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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[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.