[Khalid's already half-awake by the time he opens his eyes, so he's hardly startled to find in the dark that Hayame is leaning over him, her warmth pressed to his side. Still, he doesn't pause to so much as ask what she was doing -- wasn't it obvious? -- before he reaches to touch her shoulder, eases her into a gentle kiss. He might not know what was on her mind, but he knows Hayame's moods well enough to understand there are some things she can only display here in the cover of darkness and the intimacy of rest.
The kiss parts, and his gaze is soft when he looks up at her.]
Hey... [The smile on his face is peaceful, content.] I feel like I was having a nice dream.
[The recollection of it is already slipping away, leaving only an impression of warmth suffusing the edges of his mind. But it's hardly an admonishment for her waking him up; if anything, he's sure she was the one responsible for it.]
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The kiss parts, and his gaze is soft when he looks up at her.]
Hey... [The smile on his face is peaceful, content.] I feel like I was having a nice dream.
[The recollection of it is already slipping away, leaving only an impression of warmth suffusing the edges of his mind. But it's hardly an admonishment for her waking him up; if anything, he's sure she was the one responsible for it.]