[Having him jolt awake like that has her yanking her hand back like she had burnt it, watching wide-eyed and frozen in place as Nazuna comes violently out of his dreams. It isn't until he seems to notice her — and doesn't recoil or bolt — that she manages to relax and breathe.
The concern and surprise written all over her face ease only a little when she hears his sleepworn voice, and the slight slur as his words roll off the tongue.]
You weren't that loud. Sorry if I startled you.
[She isn't in much position to move around yet — for a few reasons, her panties being lost to the floor up there among them — or she would offer to get Nazuna a glass of water. Instead, she just tugs the blankets and sheet closer, fidgeting and fussing, until she has the covers snugly tucked around her.
It is a hard to make eye contact for long, but she manages it in short, quick glances.]
[ Another yawn. With his vision focusing, grounding him further in reality, it's as though the memory of his dream has already faded away. Nazuna is in a good place. A secure place. Things are okay in this place. It's a place where he isn't so — ]
... I overshlept, didn' I? I hope I washn't makin' ya wait.
[ His hand falls from his face after he shifts slightly in the host's direction. It is stupid to look directly at the sun; even some of its rays can be too much for the naked eye. But he peers at one of those furthest extending rays with her amazing hues. A soft huff slips out as the ends of his mouth quirk upward in a tiny smile. ]
Thanks fer keepin' me warm through the night.
[ It is impossible to forget why he is here. That's why Youko is trying to burrow away, right? The least he can do is extend any means of comfort to her. And he adjusts again to yank out any bit of the sheet that got tucked underneath him through the night so Youko can make use of it. ]
No, I just woke up. I didn't... I didn't want you to wake up with me hovering and startle you.
[Which clearly, by the disappointed slump to her shoulders as she says it, was a roaring success.]
Sorry if I was clingy.
[All apologies today, it seems. She takes what Nazuna offers in the way of sheet, adding it to her blanket mummy wrapping, and managing to draw her knees up to her chest. She has to shimmy out of his shirt at some point, but if her present situation feels precarious, that would worse. She had the plausible deniability of darkness last night; no such luck here.
Watching him, seeing his small smile her direction, and the way her pillows mussed his hair, she wants to reach out. Brush it down, cup his cheek. That is allowed, isn't it? Why does the impulse feel wrong? Her fingers pick awkwardly at the sheet covering her thigh.]
Do you— do you want something to eat? [She ventures a smile.] I'm not sure what I could cook with what's in the fridge, but I basically have every good delivery place in the area locked down.
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The concern and surprise written all over her face ease only a little when she hears his sleepworn voice, and the slight slur as his words roll off the tongue.]
You weren't that loud. Sorry if I startled you.
[She isn't in much position to move around yet — for a few reasons, her panties being lost to the floor up there among them — or she would offer to get Nazuna a glass of water. Instead, she just tugs the blankets and sheet closer, fidgeting and fussing, until she has the covers snugly tucked around her.
It is a hard to make eye contact for long, but she manages it in short, quick glances.]
I slept well. Did you...? You seemed—
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[ Another yawn. With his vision focusing, grounding him further in reality, it's as though the memory of his dream has already faded away. Nazuna is in a good place. A secure place. Things are okay in this place. It's a place where he isn't so — ]
... I overshlept, didn' I? I hope I washn't makin' ya wait.
[ His hand falls from his face after he shifts slightly in the host's direction. It is stupid to look directly at the sun; even some of its rays can be too much for the naked eye. But he peers at one of those furthest extending rays with her amazing hues. A soft huff slips out as the ends of his mouth quirk upward in a tiny smile. ]
Thanks fer keepin' me warm through the night.
[ It is impossible to forget why he is here. That's why Youko is trying to burrow away, right? The least he can do is extend any means of comfort to her. And he adjusts again to yank out any bit of the sheet that got tucked underneath him through the night so Youko can make use of it. ]
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[Which clearly, by the disappointed slump to her shoulders as she says it, was a roaring success.]
Sorry if I was clingy.
[All apologies today, it seems. She takes what Nazuna offers in the way of sheet, adding it to her blanket mummy wrapping, and managing to draw her knees up to her chest. She has to shimmy out of his shirt at some point, but if her present situation feels precarious, that would worse. She had the plausible deniability of darkness last night; no such luck here.
Watching him, seeing his small smile her direction, and the way her pillows mussed his hair, she wants to reach out. Brush it down, cup his cheek. That is allowed, isn't it? Why does the impulse feel wrong? Her fingers pick awkwardly at the sheet covering her thigh.]
Do you— do you want something to eat? [She ventures a smile.] I'm not sure what I could cook with what's in the fridge, but I basically have every good delivery place in the area locked down.