[Quentin lifts his head to give her an incredulously look when he can feel those wheels turning in her head. She didn't... Okay. Whatever. He's in much too good of a mood to bother being annoyed that she's so clueless, particularly when her lack of self-awareness... kind of led to him being frustrated enough to say yolo and make that first suggestive comment.
So yeah, he does heartily agree that this was the best possible outcome.]
Well, I'd say you definitely achieved that, at least, soooo. Task failed successfully?
[He breathes deeply, feeling her head and hand rise and fall with his chest. The post coital sleepiness is starting to sink in, and his eyes are drifting shut, so he lazily waves a hand to telekinetically pull a blanket over both of their bodies. She doesn't seem like she's going anywhere in a hurry, so eh. He's a restless sleeper and tends to starfish, though, so hope she enjoys that.]
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So yeah, he does heartily agree that this was the best possible outcome.]
Well, I'd say you definitely achieved that, at least, soooo. Task failed successfully?
[He breathes deeply, feeling her head and hand rise and fall with his chest. The post coital sleepiness is starting to sink in, and his eyes are drifting shut, so he lazily waves a hand to telekinetically pull a blanket over both of their bodies. She doesn't seem like she's going anywhere in a hurry, so eh. He's a restless sleeper and tends to starfish, though, so hope she enjoys that.]