It was... nice. [He doesn't have much of his usual eloquence when he's still only half-awake, his touch moving to brush a thumb over her ruddy cheek.] I'm sure you were in it.
[And maybe she was caressing him just as gently as she is now, speaking softly then, too. Though he's not far off the mark, he couldn't guess what might be on her mind from that alone, except that she seems to feel-- restless, maybe.]
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[And maybe she was caressing him just as gently as she is now, speaking softly then, too. Though he's not far off the mark, he couldn't guess what might be on her mind from that alone, except that she seems to feel-- restless, maybe.]
What about you? Couldn't you sleep?