[...Hazel is sweet. Jae-Ha finds himself thinking this again as he smiles against him, fingers curling slowly into his back. He'll make him grits another day. Maybe he'll even make them better.]

If only I knew a barrier to keep other unwanted guests out. [Like, that would be handy. He's trying to joke about how useless he feels, is it working...] Maybe I could have listened to your honest assessment then.

[Those grits were grade B at best.]