[He knows he could tell her to move. That if he was lucky, she might even listen to him. But the comment never comes. Instead, he even manages to lean a little against her in return. He may not be comfortable with it, but it's...nice. On some level. Comforting. Only the second time in the past who the fuck knows how long that he's been touched without pain following closely on its heels.]
You should be resting then. [A pause, and he stifles a yawn.] And blue. Don't need to keep this up around me.
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You should be resting then. [A pause, and he stifles a yawn.] And blue. Don't need to keep this up around me.