[ It is good. He chose somewhere secluded enough, with sturdier walls all in all to try and keep them hidden for longer. While she might look down, he only tilts his head to rest it against the wall. His hand shifts in hers, thumb sliding over skin, palm warm.
It's unlike any feeling he's had before.
Which is why rather than breaking the moment, he lets his eyes shut to lock it away in his head. To keep it safe. To treasure it. He can't bring himself to try and translate it into words. At the same time he isn't sure how much of it he wants her to truly understand either; yet, he doesn't flinch away in the slightest.
After a while she'll see his head roll down, signifying that despite saying he wasn't tired, he has fallen asleep. ]
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It's unlike any feeling he's had before.
Which is why rather than breaking the moment, he lets his eyes shut to lock it away in his head. To keep it safe. To treasure it. He can't bring himself to try and translate it into words. At the same time he isn't sure how much of it he wants her to truly understand either; yet, he doesn't flinch away in the slightest.
After a while she'll see his head roll down, signifying that despite saying he wasn't tired, he has fallen asleep. ]