[ 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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[ 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.