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[ He takes that invitation to shift back over next to him, reaching around to put his other arm around him and tug him in close. ]

[As Asougi pulls him in, he could probably feel his body trembling. His hand grips onto the fabric of his partner's clothes, then moving onto to the rest of his body, wrapping his arm around him and clinging to him. If this nightmare was making a turning point, he's not going to let this go.]

[ He starts to rub at his back slowly, quietly. Part of him wants to wake him up from the nightmare and reassure him, while the other part of him wants to let him sleep, hoping the nightmare fades away from there. ]

[Having his warmth, and his hand rubbing his back goes a long way at least. The frost and fog was receding, but there was still a lingering layer. He grasps a bit of his clothes, then moves his hand along his partner's back, up to his neck, into his hair and back down. He just had to be absolutely sure. He press his face into his partner's chest, picking up his familiar scent. You can't smell things in dreams right?] Still here. . . [He mutters in his sleep.]

I'm still here.

[ It's a soft, murmured statement, and he keeps rubbing at Naruhodou's back gently. ]

[He squeezes him, probably a little too hard for comfort. He has him now, so of course he was going to make sure he didn't lose him again, hanging onto him with all he had. Eventually tiredness from the stress will catch up with him and his sleep becomes less in turmoil, his grip loosening. The fog now fully lifts from the room. What remnants that remained of his struggles was the cold sweat on his face, and some lingering tears.]

. . . honestly, Naruhodou.

[ Though despite what he says, there's nothing exasperated about it. There's an air of sympathy to it, even, as he lifts a hand to gently wipe away a few of his tears. He has to remind himself from time to time that for Naruhodou, he had been "dead" for nearly two years. ]

[His expression softens to the touch. As long as Asougi doesn't leave his side again that night, Naruhodou will be able to get a little more sleep until morning comes. As his consciousness returns, his head started to throb, keeping him from getting anymore sleep. He also felt rather exhausted for some reason despite having slept, his eyes feelings sore. So there he laid awake, staring blankly into the fabric of his partner's clothes.]

[ Asougi managed to drift off back to sleep after a little bit, keeping his arms wrapped around Naruhodou loosely. It isn't until morning that he stirs again, yawning widely and glancing down. ]

. . . morning.

[ It's said equal parts amused and confused. Naruhodou, up before him? What has the world come to? ]

[. . .What was this unsettling feeling? All Asougi did was say morning.] . . .morning. [He manages to answer back in a tired voice.]

You look terrible.

[ . . . he could probably sound more sympathetic, but then he wouldn't be Asougi. ]

[He rubs his against his partner's chest, groaning.] I feel terrible. [This anxiety was just lingering, like something awful was going to happen if he wasn't on high alert.]

It sounded like you had some sort of nightmare during the night.

[ He gives his back a slightly sympathetic pat at that. ]

I did. . .? [Feeling like he didn't sleep enough, his eyes burning, the way he's clinging onto Asougi, more so than usual this morning...] What...did I do something something strange?

I think that . . . you thought I was going to leave.

[ That was obvious enough, from the changes around them to his desperate sleep murmuring. ]

[His grip on Asougi tightens for a second. "Leave" seems to have been the trigger for his anxiety.] . . .Ah.

[That would explain it.] You're not leaving, right...? [Of course he isn't, and yet the words still quietly came out anyway.]

Absolutely not.

[ The response is immediate and confident. Though he knows he doesn't have any say in it in the long run, the fact is that in the grand scheme of things, he's not going anywhere. And he's certainly not leaving of his own volition. ]

[Though he hid his face from him, he managed to make him smile, if only just a little.] Good. [He was shaking again, crying softly into his partner's clothes. It's embarrassing, and there's no need for these tears, but he couldn't hold them back. It's like he needed to let out all this pent up emotions somehow.]

[ He'll allow it for a little bit, at least, opting to continue to rub at his back quietly rather than comment on it for the time being. He leans in to press a kiss gently against the top of his head. ]

[Inbetween his sniffling he may have just laughed a little under his breath.] Sorry. [He manages to lift his head, trying to put on his best smile despite the tears streaming down his face.]

I guess, I haven't really gotten better at this.

You've always worn your heart on your sleeve. [ He lifts a hand to wipe away a few more of those tears. ] I wouldn't expect this to be any different.

[He lets him wipe his tears for a bit before taking his hand.] I wish it wouldn't be such an inconvenience sometimes. [He rests his cheek against his partner's hand.]

Then you wouldn't be you.

[ He rubs his thumb against Naruhodou's cheek lightly. ]

[He closes his eyes to the touch.] Mm. Even this part of me? Who would want to see this? [He so much stronger than this, yet so easy to break. He hates it, how vulnerable he can be at times.]

It's a part of who you are. For better or for worse, it makes you human.

[ He presses his hand against his cheek gently, then. ]

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