[The only reason he's drifting off in that silence is because he's utterly spent. But, at this rate, the purple bags under his eyes will end up lingering for an eternity. He stirs just as soon as there's warmth against him. It's not the typical bedsharing warmth either. Even with Gaelio lying opposite him, there should've been a sliver of space between them.
But he's being spooned at. On. Sort of. It's good couple of hours at least before such a vulgar gesture wakes up. Apparently they're sleeping in shifts tonight.
He doesn't protest, at any rate. Gaelio's definitely tired and the alternative is for him to go sleep outdoors which, he's far too indecent to entertain the thought, and, there are serial sharters wandering the shadows. While he's not physically opposed, he's...
At a groggy loss. What is cuddling? Why is this happening. A hand comes up, hesitating midway, but it ultimately finds the back of Gaelio's head, sifting carefully through the back of his choppy hair, not even sure if he's...conscious or what. This is fine.]
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But he's being spooned at. On. Sort of. It's good couple of hours at least before such a vulgar gesture wakes up. Apparently they're sleeping in shifts tonight.
He doesn't protest, at any rate. Gaelio's definitely tired and the alternative is for him to go sleep outdoors which, he's far too indecent to entertain the thought, and, there are serial sharters wandering the shadows. While he's not physically opposed, he's...
At a groggy loss. What is cuddling? Why is this happening. A hand comes up, hesitating midway, but it ultimately finds the back of Gaelio's head, sifting carefully through the back of his choppy hair, not even sure if he's...conscious or what. This is fine.]