[ He’s still mostly asleep, eyes closed, fingers loose but still holding Dextera’s, his other arm under his own head as a pillow. He can stay like this a little, but eyes on him makes him feel it, and he stirs a little before opening his eyes halfway. He sees Dextera looking at him, or close enough, and somehow that’s surprising, like he forgot how he fell asleep.
And then he’s aware of how close they’ve gotten. He blinks wider, his fingers curl, and he realizes next that he’s holding his hand. He doesn’t drop it, or pull away, but he does blink to stare at it, and then back at Dextera, hiding his embarrassment by turning his face more into his arm. ]
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And then he’s aware of how close they’ve gotten. He blinks wider, his fingers curl, and he realizes next that he’s holding his hand. He doesn’t drop it, or pull away, but he does blink to stare at it, and then back at Dextera, hiding his embarrassment by turning his face more into his arm. ]
‘M still tired. [ Good morning ]