[Will she ever stop managing to make him laugh? Only time will tell.
Though he's first to fall quiet, she's still asleep well before he is. She moves about a lot and it's rather charming which, yes, he can mostly say because he doesn't need sleep in the same way. He considers talking back when she does with his own undead garble but acknowledges that that probably will wake her up as it would any survivor.
He never lets her arm stray too close to his face. He catches it and lowers it down, but he doesn't let go of her when he could. He stays to revel in her warmth, her breathing, and her sleepy noises. When she burrows, with the cover between, he pats her head.
He dozes a little more in the morning, when her movements slow, only to wake to her plaintive call. Another breathy chuckle from him, he scoops his arm beneath her back to prop her up.]
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Though he's first to fall quiet, she's still asleep well before he is. She moves about a lot and it's rather charming which, yes, he can mostly say because he doesn't need sleep in the same way. He considers talking back when she does with his own undead garble but acknowledges that that probably will wake her up as it would any survivor.
He never lets her arm stray too close to his face. He catches it and lowers it down, but he doesn't let go of her when he could. He stays to revel in her warmth, her breathing, and her sleepy noises. When she burrows, with the cover between, he pats her head.
He dozes a little more in the morning, when her movements slow, only to wake to her plaintive call. Another breathy chuckle from him, he scoops his arm beneath her back to prop her up.]
Sitting up...? Or... on your feet...?