[ Mikleo's cheeks flush ever so slightly at how close they are - even more so at the movement of hands moving through hair. Though... it is nice-- his eyes dart away for a moment. He doesn't move away, however. ]
... I slept fine. [ He says softly. More than fine. He slept well. In fact, he knows he could sleep longer if he really wanted to. ]
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... I slept fine. [ He says softly. More than fine. He slept well. In fact, he knows he could sleep longer if he really wanted to. ]
What about you?