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[ofseraphim]

[ some of the best 'na-na'-ing around, friends ]

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[ For a moment, Mikleo wants to reach out to Sorey - to brush his hair behind his ear and card his hand through hair just as Sorey was. However, he stops himself short. ]

... If I hadn't slept here, you probably would have read all night. [ He says softly. ] But... I didn't mind it. [ Not at all. He'd be perfectly fine with sleeping here another night, too. ]

[ofseraphim]

[ A small pout. ]

Hey! You don't know that!

[ Yes he does.

A pause, long enough to let all that slip away. ]

I'm glad. [ He swallows. ]

So, if you didn't mind it... would you want to, maybe... do it again?

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... If you mean share a bed, I don't see why not.

[ Honestly, they might have had different houses at home, but doing this doesn't feel all that bad, either. In fact, it's... rather nice. ]

[ofseraphim]

[ That answer doesn’t miss a beat. Maybe Sorey was making a big deal over nothing? ]

Yeah. [ A small pause. ] I guess it isn’t exactly something new for us, is it?

[ But it feels new. And waking up next to -- no, curled around -- Mikleo like he did? Now that’s something he thinks he might never tire of. ]

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Not exactly. [ A beat. ] ... I suppose it is, and it isn't.

[ He's sure that Sorey knows exactly what he means. ]

[ofseraphim]

You’re right.

[ And something inside him does an excited little flutter at the next piece, which he can’t bring him to say aloud:

You feel it too?

But it’s much too soon for talk like that. Mikleo will withdraw from it, and that’s the last thing he wants. ]

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[ There's a beat on Mikleo's end, and he nods lightly before pulling himself away from Sorey. ]

Come on. You should eat something.