[ A light, breathy chuckle escapes him at her answer, and he's halfway tempted to give her a foot massage on principle. But -
Maybe tomorrow. The need for sleep is starting to wear on him again, though he'll remain alert, even subconsciously, for any change in her. Maybe he can wake up in a half-hour and chance her washrag again. Repeating that certainly won't make him exhausted tomorrow, will it?
So with her tugging at him, he eases himself down so he's lying on his side, facing her. He doesn't want to press too close, for worry of uncomfortably overheating her, so he'll just - lie like this, watchful, as he reaches over her to turn off the lamp again. ]
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Maybe tomorrow. The need for sleep is starting to wear on him again, though he'll remain alert, even subconsciously, for any change in her. Maybe he can wake up in a half-hour and chance her washrag again. Repeating that certainly won't make him exhausted tomorrow, will it?
So with her tugging at him, he eases himself down so he's lying on his side, facing her. He doesn't want to press too close, for worry of uncomfortably overheating her, so he'll just - lie like this, watchful, as he reaches over her to turn off the lamp again. ]
If you say so.