[ Briefly, Cain considers the merits of wriggling in earnest in a true bid for freedom. But he's comfortable, he's in bed and Percival is trying to keep him there rather than kick him out of it, and Percival is nice and warm, if a bit heavy. It's enough to make Cain drowsy again, and with a sigh, he subsides into Percival's hold with only one last bat at Percival's arm before he goes still. ]
You had fun. [ He sounds inexpressibly smug about that fact as he snuggles into the pillows. ] Sweet dreams, Percival.
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You had fun. [ He sounds inexpressibly smug about that fact as he snuggles into the pillows. ] Sweet dreams, Percival.