Good. Good, I want you to-- to know. Even if you don't always want you to know. [Funny how drunkenness gets you closer to the truth and farther from coherency every second.
But what's not funny, just consoling, is the feeling of his chest moving above her head. His breathing lulling her closer to sleep and his hand on her hair soothing her eyes shut despite her apparent want to keep talking.
She hums and nuzzles against his leg, stretching before she goes limp.]
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But what's not funny, just consoling, is the feeling of his chest moving above her head. His breathing lulling her closer to sleep and his hand on her hair soothing her eyes shut despite her apparent want to keep talking.
She hums and nuzzles against his leg, stretching before she goes limp.]