#[And it does. Unfortunately for Jake's sanity and heart and ptsd-ish?] [And yet....😌] ==>

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A pillow, huh? 😏

For @topgunalternateuniverse bingo. Bingo Square - Bodyguard: Hangster - Bodyguard Jake x Popstar Bradley.

"So is there anything you can't do?" Bradley asks, shifting in his seat and watches as Jake expertly begins to start the pre-flight checks. "Expert pilot, chef, dog walker, bodyguard, pillow. I mean, we haven't come up against something that you didn't excel at." Pausing, Jake turns to blink at Bradley, head tilting to the side as he looks at the other man before giving a small shrug. "Lots of things, Mr. Bradshaw. Ain't no one can be perfect all the time." Bradley hums, rolling his eyes, "Okay, so the only thing you're bad at is calling me by name, instead of Mr. Bradshaw all the time. That's my dad, man, not me." It isn't quite whining—even if his mom would classify it as such, where she here to hear Bradley's rather petulant tone.