[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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Rest well, Lorenzo. [The words are murmured against his hair, a wish cast into the darkness as they breathe against one another.]