[ there's a guilt in the moment, either from muttering another name after he had apparently called her in for her help, or for the fact that he'd let such a private honesty slip from his lips and be so exposed, like he'd let her in on a secret he hadn't been prepared to spill. more than likely, it's something of both, a swirl of awkwardness that carries more weight than any extended moment he'd stood in front of her naked from head to toe.
he's glad for the distraction when she suggests him to turn around, only taking a moment to nod before he spins his body to rest on his belly, turning his head to rest his cheek against the pillow, facing to the wall rather than towards her, like it could offer a moment to compose himself again. ]
Guess I passed out. You know how it goes — all these girls always walking in on me. Really ruins the sleep cycle.
[ easier to go back to joking, even if there isn't the same edge of playfulness as there had been earlier in his bantering teases. ]
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he's glad for the distraction when she suggests him to turn around, only taking a moment to nod before he spins his body to rest on his belly, turning his head to rest his cheek against the pillow, facing to the wall rather than towards her, like it could offer a moment to compose himself again. ]
Guess I passed out. You know how it goes — all these girls always walking in on me. Really ruins the sleep cycle.
[ easier to go back to joking, even if there isn't the same edge of playfulness as there had been earlier in his bantering teases. ]