[ when she says his name, it doesn't out of place, even if she's testing it on her lips. they've been around each other so consistently each and every single day for a while now that the familiarity has already shaped itself to fit around the sound, like it almost doesn't even feel like the first time she says it. even the closeness to it, tentative until he feels the shift of her exhale, a signal that the comfort is shared, doesn't seem out of place.
despite the night having clawed at him from the inside for the past several hours, his body feels calm, his breath steadying as he relaxes against her. maybe this isn't what she meant by carrying things for him, hardly meaning to carry him in the literal sense, but he feels a bit more solid with her to lean against.
he hums quietly at her question, lips pursing into a brief smile, subtle for a moment. by now, hearing stories from her feels the call of an old friend. ] Yeah. Tell me.
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despite the night having clawed at him from the inside for the past several hours, his body feels calm, his breath steadying as he relaxes against her. maybe this isn't what she meant by carrying things for him, hardly meaning to carry him in the literal sense, but he feels a bit more solid with her to lean against.
he hums quietly at her question, lips pursing into a brief smile, subtle for a moment. by now, hearing stories from her feels the call of an old friend. ] Yeah. Tell me.