[. . . he smiles. a tiny, soft thing, surprisingly warm and fond compared to his usual mischievous grins and sharp smirks. he lets out a silent, breathless huff, and shifts to lay her head on his shoulder next. his own thunks up against the wall, eyes slipping shut]
[if she's still asleep, then he might as well repay the favor. right?]
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[if she's still asleep, then he might as well repay the favor. right?]