[The reminder of the hour also reminds Maxima that he's still a little fuzzy with the sudden awakening. He yawns widely.]
Whatever the time is, it's certainly not morning yet. We should both try to get a little more rest.
[He settles himself down a little more under the blankets, offering the other man his space back and watching Lighter with a look that's a little bit more pleading than he realizes, a little bit more than he would consciously offer if he was entirely himself, if he hadn't been abruptly woken in the small hours of the morning to intimately-held emotions.]
[Lighter took the pleading look to be a trick from his sensitive eyes. From both the brightness and the lack of sleep. Either way, he heeded that supposed trick and shuffled back into the offered space. He didn't realize how quickly he wrapped an arm around Maxima's torso after getting comfortable.
If he grounded himself with more touch, maybe he wouldn't need to continue that nightmare.]
[Maxima is more than willing to accommodate the contact as he gets comfortable. He taps the lights back off and then wraps himself around Lighter as much as he possibly can, as if he can use his body to shield the man from any more bad dreams.]
Rest well, Lorenzo. [The words are murmured against his hair, a wish cast into the darkness as they breathe against one another.]
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Whatever the time is, it's certainly not morning yet. We should both try to get a little more rest.
[He settles himself down a little more under the blankets, offering the other man his space back and watching Lighter with a look that's a little bit more pleading than he realizes, a little bit more than he would consciously offer if he was entirely himself, if he hadn't been abruptly woken in the small hours of the morning to intimately-held emotions.]
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[Lighter took the pleading look to be a trick from his sensitive eyes. From both the brightness and the lack of sleep. Either way, he heeded that supposed trick and shuffled back into the offered space. He didn't realize how quickly he wrapped an arm around Maxima's torso after getting comfortable.
If he grounded himself with more touch, maybe he wouldn't need to continue that nightmare.]
Night...
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Rest well, Lorenzo. [The words are murmured against his hair, a wish cast into the darkness as they breathe against one another.]