Aoba wasn’t even sure what that compliment was supposed to mean, and sleepiness didn’t have much to do with it. Persephone was beautiful, presumably…and Aoba was still hesitant to appreciate being called beautiful, especially in comparison to a woman. ‘Better looking’ was arguably better, but….
Declan’s snoring had him popping one eye open, briefly, but it was a low and very steady sound. The drone of it was acclimatable, and after he’d closed his eye again and let drowsiness get its hooks in him again, he just about ceased to hear it at all. The background noise of the still-running movie was another mask of it, and even though the lights were only dim instead of dark, Aoba was perfectly capable of falling asleep in full light.
He was out not long after Declan, and somewhere in the depths of his slumber, the thing he’d held on to Ren nights previously to prevent did indeed happen: he rolled onto his side and into the Guardian’s warmth, face tucked against faintly-shimmering collarbones as if he’d always known where that comfortable spot was.
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Declan’s snoring had him popping one eye open, briefly, but it was a low and very steady sound. The drone of it was acclimatable, and after he’d closed his eye again and let drowsiness get its hooks in him again, he just about ceased to hear it at all. The background noise of the still-running movie was another mask of it, and even though the lights were only dim instead of dark, Aoba was perfectly capable of falling asleep in full light.
He was out not long after Declan, and somewhere in the depths of his slumber, the thing he’d held on to Ren nights previously to prevent did indeed happen: he rolled onto his side and into the Guardian’s warmth, face tucked against faintly-shimmering collarbones as if he’d always known where that comfortable spot was.