Show off, [Sorey mumbles into his pillow, grinning. But this is the most relaxed he's been trying to sleep since he woke, Dezel's hand warm and sure in his own. He laces their fingers together, closes his eyes and if at some point during the night, scoots right up against Dezel's side, well, it's normal. Humans need a lot of comfort, you see, and they thrive on community and companionship and maybe, maybe Sorey wasn't as unaware of those one thousand years as he thought he was, because the fist he unconsciously makes in Dezel's shirt is tight and just a touch desperate.]
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