[ The thing is, is that Jaime's not entirely sure what it is that he's feeling. He knows it's not bad. He doesn't think it's bad, anyway. It's just another version of what he's felt for some time now, as people keep on rolling back into his life, only to fade away once more, jubilance mixed with trepidation. It's a good thing that's happened to him. He's just tired. That's all. ]
I'm only gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that, [ Jaime mumbles into her neck, closing his eyes against her. He's always been a tactile sort, but that goes both ways; there's little more soothing in the small hours of the morning than having her beside him, idly playing with his hair. He doesn't even care if it musses it up. His hair's always a mess anyway. His voice, breathy and tired though it is, is warm, a little teasing, admissions of vulnerability coming easy when it's with her.
They can't stay like this forever, tempting though it may be, so he links his fingers with hers and tugs her over to the couch where he collapses with all the ease of someone who's been flopping down on this couch with all his weight for many years. ]
...I'm okay, really, [ he says, giving her a little squeeze. ] I'm just tired.
[ Crying always makes him tired. One of the drawbacks of being such a crybaby, huh? ]
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I'm only gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that, [ Jaime mumbles into her neck, closing his eyes against her. He's always been a tactile sort, but that goes both ways; there's little more soothing in the small hours of the morning than having her beside him, idly playing with his hair. He doesn't even care if it musses it up. His hair's always a mess anyway. His voice, breathy and tired though it is, is warm, a little teasing, admissions of vulnerability coming easy when it's with her.
They can't stay like this forever, tempting though it may be, so he links his fingers with hers and tugs her over to the couch where he collapses with all the ease of someone who's been flopping down on this couch with all his weight for many years. ]
...I'm okay, really, [ he says, giving her a little squeeze. ] I'm just tired.
[ Crying always makes him tired. One of the drawbacks of being such a crybaby, huh? ]