I don't sleep much. [Or at all on some nights] I believe I am capable of doing both.
[Choices, even ones as seemingly simple as this one - sleep or watch her face slacked with dreams - are just... too much. There has been chaos and choices enough for the next little while, and the smile he sends her as he drains his own glass, slowly moving containers and plates aside, is a boyish, lopsided one.
And rare, if only because he doesn't hide from her at this very moment.
The blanket is soft as feathers underneath his face when he lies down, face towards her and close enough to touch.]
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[Choices, even ones as seemingly simple as this one - sleep or watch her face slacked with dreams - are just... too much. There has been chaos and choices enough for the next little while, and the smile he sends her as he drains his own glass, slowly moving containers and plates aside, is a boyish, lopsided one.
And rare, if only because he doesn't hide from her at this very moment.
The blanket is soft as feathers underneath his face when he lies down, face towards her and close enough to touch.]
Am i close enough?