[ He sees Nishikiyama‘s fingers twitch, but worry fades quicker than it might take hold when he only shifts his body for comfort. Mine straightens his legs, worked-out muscles of his calves hugging Nishikiyama’s leg. There’s no sense in keeping that kind of closeness feeling awkward. A sigh drifts quietly from his nostrils. There’s none in explaining his answer further till morning, either.
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[ With his eyes still open he watches Nishikiyama‘s every moment as he drifts off back to sleep, like his breathing even and space out again, and motion of his shoulders lifting the duvet. Mine does so, in meditative observation, until he himself falls asleep again.
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Date: 2024-04-21 04:25 pm (UTC)…
[ With his eyes still open he watches Nishikiyama‘s every moment as he drifts off back to sleep, like his breathing even and space out again, and motion of his shoulders lifting the duvet. Mine does so, in meditative observation, until he himself falls asleep again.