[ He nods a little bit, because cool, good, he really didn't want to have to ... do all that again. Like, at all. And he shifts, because this whole just looking at each other - they need to do something else. Hug, sleep, leave, something, although he can't tell if he wants to sleep on her, close together, held in her arms, or let her just sleep on him from this position here, holding her like he's worried she'll go somewhere. Supposing she even does want to. Sleep, that is. Feel protected. Feel in control. Is control really the issue? It's definitely part of it. And then how about protection? Probably somehow a larger part. Just the way things happened. ] You are. A fast learner.
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