[ He mumbles something similar, or at least he thinks he does. It's hard to think when it's late and he's so happy. It thrums in the air around him, in his fingertips as they bury up into her hair and sleep claims him. He gets there much easier than she does, knocked out for hours on end. It's when the suns start to rise that he blearily opens his eyes.
Everything has changed since the night before. Them, especially.
It takes him a long moment to realise where he is though, somehow half working out he's half laid out over her, head buried under her jaw this time. His mouth feels dry, probably because all he drank was the wine last night. His hand fumbles to rest on the blanket next to her, hoping that his weight hasn't been on her too long.
She's still breathing normally at least, which is a good sign. It's after noting how she's okay that he takes note of how peaceful she looks too. A smile graces his face (even though he's... definitely still on top of her here) as he reaches up to brush her hair from her face. ]
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Everything has changed since the night before. Them, especially.
It takes him a long moment to realise where he is though, somehow half working out he's half laid out over her, head buried under her jaw this time. His mouth feels dry, probably because all he drank was the wine last night. His hand fumbles to rest on the blanket next to her, hoping that his weight hasn't been on her too long.
She's still breathing normally at least, which is a good sign. It's after noting how she's okay that he takes note of how peaceful she looks too. A smile graces his face (even though he's... definitely still on top of her here) as he reaches up to brush her hair from her face. ]