( all of this is... comfortable. something he hasn't really felt or let himself feel for some time now. he worries he might get used to it, knowing he can't. or, that he shouldn't. moments like these... does he even deserve them? is he allowed them? he doesn't know.
laying there with her, he slowly blinks, feeling the way sleep tugs at him. )
Of course. ( words soft, fingers lazily drawing patterns along her shoulder. ) Happy to help.
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laying there with her, he slowly blinks, feeling the way sleep tugs at him. )
Of course. ( words soft, fingers lazily drawing patterns along her shoulder. ) Happy to help.