The sunlight is very pleasant, as is the warm weight pressing against him all along one side. He's drowsing, comfortable, the busy parts of his brain still basking in welcome rest.
So when she moves, it's something other than his brain that makes him sigh faintly and roll towards her to tuck her against him. Even if he doesn't know it on a higher, conscious level, he doesn't want her out of his reach. Not yet.
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Date: 2017-01-28 10:39 pm (UTC)So when she moves, it's something other than his brain that makes him sigh faintly and roll towards her to tuck her against him. Even if he doesn't know it on a higher, conscious level, he doesn't want her out of his reach. Not yet.