[ She's absolutely right - he won't deny her that, her touch and her breath in his hair irresistible, and some rational part of his brain reminds him that if he wants to be able to take care of her, he has to sleep at some point. She seems to be doing alright, relatively speaking, so it'd probably be okay if he...rests awhile, right?
It sounds so, so good right now, so after deliberating with himself a few moments longer, he shuts his weary eyes, his head settling on the pillow against the crook of her neck, arm winding around her middle. It'll be okay. It'll be okay... ]
I can do that.
[ He feels powerless to do so much else, but that...that he can do. ]
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It sounds so, so good right now, so after deliberating with himself a few moments longer, he shuts his weary eyes, his head settling on the pillow against the crook of her neck, arm winding around her middle. It'll be okay. It'll be okay... ]
I can do that.
[ He feels powerless to do so much else, but that...that he can do. ]