[ sleep rarely ever welcomes him anymore, so it's no surprise that he's yet to slip beneath the dark veil of slumber, still desperately trying to build the courage to allow himself. his fists are clenched, mouth curled into a frown against his pillow, body faced in the direction opposite of the door. he senses a shift within the room, even the slightest movement in shadows letting him know he's no longer alone. the muscles in his back visibly tense, though he already knows who it is. it's rare she doesn't find her way to his bed eventually anymore.
he doesn't bother to roll over even after she's slipped into his mattress, enough room allowed for her already, as if he'd expected her presence. as if he'd hoped for it. ] they'll kill us if they catch you here, you know.
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he doesn't bother to roll over even after she's slipped into his mattress, enough room allowed for her already, as if he'd expected her presence. as if he'd hoped for it. ] they'll kill us if they catch you here, you know.