[ He inhales and exhales deeply, a heavy, weighty thing that stretches his chest wide, back rising and falling beneath her hands. He lets his head rest against her again, because after a good cry like that, he's drained. What he wouldn't give to just...close his eyes and stay like this, the three of them curled up together on her bed. He yearns for the comfort her embrace brings, and if he stayed here, he could better keep an eye on her condition. It's easy to rationalize, with her surrounding him, and something tells him that even with as sick as she is, she wouldn't hear of him going back to stay at his place, empty and lonely. ]
Can I...stay here tonight?
[ Maybe he should have grabbed a change of clothes while he was over there, too, but he'd never be so presumptuous without asking first, even if this isn't the first time they've shared a bed.
Not that...they should share the bed. Probably. He could make one out of the couch, and then she wouldn't have to feel guilty for him keeping too close. But man, it's going to be hard to move from this little spot of warmth and peace he's found. ]
i can't believe she han solo'd him
Can I...stay here tonight?
[ Maybe he should have grabbed a change of clothes while he was over there, too, but he'd never be so presumptuous without asking first, even if this isn't the first time they've shared a bed.
Not that...they should share the bed. Probably. He could make one out of the couch, and then she wouldn't have to feel guilty for him keeping too close. But man, it's going to be hard to move from this little spot of warmth and peace he's found. ]