[ dextera curls his hand just enough that he's acknowledging how their fingers are laced together now, but he doesn't say anything about it aloud. it's strangely nice, to just do something like this and not need it to be mentioned at all.
they can worry about everything when they wake up. for now, this is all that matters. ]
I am. And tired.
[ the kind of tired, now, that would make even a spike seem comfortable. luckily, there are no spikes here—just blankets and warmth, and dextera gently pulls guren next to him when he settles down. ]
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they can worry about everything when they wake up. for now, this is all that matters. ]
I am. And tired.
[ the kind of tired, now, that would make even a spike seem comfortable. luckily, there are no spikes here—just blankets and warmth, and dextera gently pulls guren next to him when he settles down. ]