[ He makes a pleased sound, eyes slipping shut at the sensation of her fingers running through his hair. His fingers squeeze around hers, and he gives muted shake of his head. ]
‘M fine. Not tired.
[ Even if the words come out thick and gravelly, rough with exhaustion. He cracks his eyes open, peers up with her with a hopeful sort of look. ]
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‘M fine. Not tired.
[ Even if the words come out thick and gravelly, rough with exhaustion. He cracks his eyes open, peers up with her with a hopeful sort of look. ]
Sing another one?