[It is one thing to wake in the first real bed you've slept in somewhat disoriented because, well. You don't remember falling asleep in one. Something else entirely to be cuddled to within an inch of his life. He turns his head to look and- strong. Somewhat plain. Pale of skin and dark of hair.
After a moment's consideration he decides he's done much, much worse and should simply lay back and enjoy it.
At least he would were it easier to breathe. A moment more and then he coughs.]
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After a moment's consideration he decides he's done much, much worse and should simply lay back and enjoy it.
At least he would were it easier to breathe. A moment more and then he coughs.]
Beg pardon.