[A snort.] Oh, you will. You'd never allow yourself to sleep for very long. . . [His hand lowers from his head, looking for a hand to hold onto instead.]
. . . [Were he not about to doze off, he probably would have something to say to that, but as of right now. . .he just squeezes his hand, shifting his position so he could rest his head against his chest. He can hear his heartbeat, a constant reminder that his friend is still here with him. He closes his eyes.] I can understand that sentiment. . .
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[ Because he's curling up with him. It's comfortable, and he's getting tired as well. ]
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[ He's drifting off as well, but it's fine, they're cuddling on the couch and it's comfortable. And safe. ]