[There's movement somewhere in the sheets, which all but drown him in his bed, spacious as it is, only the top of a dark head of hair peeping from beneath the edge. The sound he makes in recognition, the rustling of the sheets as he rolls over, is quiet, yet plenty audible in the silence of the palace at this hour.
When he speaks, it's dampened and soft by sleep, yet surprisingly coherent and unmuffled. He even manages to sound like he's being quite patient with the other young man. Which, frankly, he is. There better be a good reason for this.]
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When he speaks, it's dampened and soft by sleep, yet surprisingly coherent and unmuffled. He even manages to sound like he's being quite patient with the other young man. Which, frankly, he is. There better be a good reason for this.]
Is there something you need me for, Gino?