[ It's not long after that that sleep takes Sorey with surprising haste.
There, warm and comfortable as he is, coiled around his best friend, he sleeps until morning. They sleep, rather; a lovingly-twined mess, book still on the bed, blankets ignored at its foot.
...
The intrusive peek of bright sunlight through a bit of uncovered window summons Sorey awake some hours later to find himself... in the exact same place. Position and all. Nothing has changed. It's a bit atypical of him, yes; but not unexpected, given who still rests against him.
Seeing and feeling that brings a sleepy, but broad smile to his face. He won't wake Mikleo -- not deliberately, at least. But he won't stifle a thumb from rubbing back and forth either, just as gently as ever before. ]
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There, warm and comfortable as he is, coiled around his best friend, he sleeps until morning. They sleep, rather; a lovingly-twined mess, book still on the bed, blankets ignored at its foot.
...
The intrusive peek of bright sunlight through a bit of uncovered window summons Sorey awake some hours later to find himself... in the exact same place. Position and all. Nothing has changed. It's a bit atypical of him, yes; but not unexpected, given who still rests against him.
Seeing and feeling that brings a sleepy, but broad smile to his face. He won't wake Mikleo -- not deliberately, at least. But he won't stifle a thumb from rubbing back and forth either, just as gently as ever before. ]