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[Her hand is on his chest and her head's tucked against his shoulder and that's... totally okay. He moves his arm so that it sort of slides under her head, so she can use him as a pillow and so that he has somewhere to put it that's not 'potentially down at his side and probably too close to her girl bits and might wind up getting him punched'. There's also the fact that yes, that's her leg sliding over his and yes, yes, yes he's very okay with that. He licks his lips when she asks him that, blinking up at the ceiling as his other hand half tucks himself in.]

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good like this.

[In bed, but not sleeping. God, Rach, you weren't making it easy on him.]

Haha, right. The point.

[There was a very draconic snort of disgust at him and he flipped his pet the finger.]