[ He's stiff, at first—not stiff like resistant or embarrassed, stiff like his muscles are sore, like work has been tough—but he inhales quietly and nuzzles right in, draping an arm around Lelouch's middle and hugging him close. From there it's mere moments before the tension starts to leave him, although that may very well be because he is so tired, and this is so comfortable, and Lelouch is so—Lelouch, it puts him close to the edge of sleep faster than it really should.
He starts to mumble something just to get a conversation going so he doesn't knock out right off the bat, but it comes out as a half-formed nnrr, and that's all she wrote. He passes the fuck out in what has to be record timing. ]
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He starts to mumble something just to get a conversation going so he doesn't knock out right off the bat, but it comes out as a half-formed nnrr, and that's all she wrote. He passes the fuck out in what has to be record timing. ]