PsychoBabble192

“Ludwig…?” His ears twitch at the small squeak of his name from his supposedly sleeping lover. He turned his head over his shoulder, continuing to bind his fist with the white hand-wrap. Feliciano stood there, covered in only one of his larger shirts with its oversized sleeves covering both his hands. His legs are bare, but goose bumps covered the visible skin. Ludwig sighed and waved him over. “You should be sleeping,” He sat on the sofa and pulled the Italian on his lap, “why are you awake?” “I heard you leave…” His voice trailed as his eyes slid down to the white wraps on the