(He can give her shit later, alright. Right now, she wants to enjoy this melted, endearing version of him while her eyes still manage to stay open, with the full knowledge she won't last awake for long, and neither will he. The laugh he manages to pull from her is weak, stained by fatigue.)
Eh. Sounds about right for us, I guess.
(The blanket is more than welcome, and it reminds her — from the same drawer that she found the chocolate earlier, she'll bring two more to whatever surface is closest to him with her own telekinesis so he has something when he undoubtedly wakes up needing them. It's a small way to care, but it is care nonetheless.
That said, cuddling is a bit too much for her, too, she could definitely use some space. She leaves his chest to press another sweet, lingering kiss to his lips before a similar one is pressed to his cheek.)
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Eh. Sounds about right for us, I guess.
(The blanket is more than welcome, and it reminds her — from the same drawer that she found the chocolate earlier, she'll bring two more to whatever surface is closest to him with her own telekinesis so he has something when he undoubtedly wakes up needing them. It's a small way to care, but it is care nonetheless.
That said, cuddling is a bit too much for her, too, she could definitely use some space. She leaves his chest to press another sweet, lingering kiss to his lips before a similar one is pressed to his cheek.)
'Night, Quire.