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Jake stood with a frown on his face and his arms crossed. Like a physical barrier between him and reason, Bradley thought, and resisted the urge to sigh.
"It's a perfectly normal thing to do," Jake argued, again. "Just because you've never done it doesn't mean it's weird, ok?"
Bradley felt the barrier grow another couple of inches.
"Look, Jake," he started, trying hard not to sound patronizing and failing. "It's just not... hygienic? It'll be messy and..."
"Since when do you mind messy, huh?" Jake cut him off and gestured around the room. "Come on Rooster, we don't get an opportunity like this every day!"
Bradley capitulated. "Fine. You win. But if anything happens, you're explaining to the Airbnb host why we absolutely had to make s'mores over the indoor fireplace, because I sure as hell don't know," he huffed.
Jake dropped his arms and stepped forward so he could put his hands on Bradley's waist, pulling him in.
"It's a tradition," he whispered, the green of his eyes shining softly, "and I want to share more of those with you."