[ She doesn't really need to look at him like that. Like she hasn't already conveyed her regrets and been forgiven in turn. Doesn't need to and probably shouldn't, because it makes him want to...
He shifts himself to nestle into a comfortable spot next to her, ending up in a position where they seem to be leaning against each other, each holding the other up. He lets his eyes slip closed. ]
Don't worry about me. I can sleep whenever I want.
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He shifts himself to nestle into a comfortable spot next to her, ending up in a position where they seem to be leaning against each other, each holding the other up. He lets his eyes slip closed. ]
Don't worry about me. I can sleep whenever I want.
[ As if on cue, he yawns indulgently. ]
Talk in the morning. Goodnight...