[ Perhaps if he's not ready to wake up properly (or get up, since it's obvious they're both awake now, begrudgingly or otherwise), she can make a small suggestion. ]
Speaking of...
[ Slowly, wary of the crick she's probably put in her neck for falling asleep at an odd angle, she opens her eyes, and frowns against the sunlight as she gently tugs on the front of his shirt. ]
Think the sofa's wide enough for both of us to lie down..?
[Dera's smile is sleepy and crooked, but present - very present. He glances away, so as not to go blind from looking at her too long in the sunlight like that. Gosh, but Esther is pretty. And he opens his mouth to let out a laugh that never quite comes through - but the smile is present.
[She's not kicking him away from her. She wants to lie down. He nods.] I'm a skinny guy. [Now he laughs, just a little - but it's somewhat forced, only for being nervous.] Here, uh..
[More halfway-to-laughter sounds as he shifts around a bit, trying his best to ease himself down between her and the back of the sofa without actually having to let go of her, lest it should shatter the illusion that they should be touching. He makes it there eventually, and if she'll let him, he'll keep an arm around her, drag one of the throw pillows from the edge of the sofa over so she can put her head on it. He can rest his own on the arm of the couch.] That...good?
[ She'd probably laugh if she could hear Dera's thoughts; she doesn't feel very pretty most of the time, but right after waking up, slightly hungover after passing out on another person? Yeah uh, 'press X to doubt'.
The fact he's happy to just stay with her is a relief, as is the feeling of finally laying down properly once they've both gotten themselves situated and comfortable. As her arm finds it's way around his middle in return, it feels like a long-held breath being exhaled, and when Dera checks that she's comfortable, she can only nod at first, nosing brushing against his throat with the motion, voice as soft as before. ]
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Feels like I was just born tired.
[ Perhaps if he's not ready to wake up properly (or get up, since it's obvious they're both awake now, begrudgingly or otherwise), she can make a small suggestion. ]
Speaking of...
[ Slowly, wary of the crick she's probably put in her neck for falling asleep at an odd angle, she opens her eyes, and frowns against the sunlight as she gently tugs on the front of his shirt. ]
Think the sofa's wide enough for both of us to lie down..?
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[She's not kicking him away from her. She wants to lie down. He nods.] I'm a skinny guy. [Now he laughs, just a little - but it's somewhat forced, only for being nervous.] Here, uh..
[More halfway-to-laughter sounds as he shifts around a bit, trying his best to ease himself down between her and the back of the sofa without actually having to let go of her, lest it should shatter the illusion that they should be touching. He makes it there eventually, and if she'll let him, he'll keep an arm around her, drag one of the throw pillows from the edge of the sofa over so she can put her head on it. He can rest his own on the arm of the couch.] That...good?
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The fact he's happy to just stay with her is a relief, as is the feeling of finally laying down properly once they've both gotten themselves situated and comfortable. As her arm finds it's way around his middle in return, it feels like a long-held breath being exhaled, and when Dera checks that she's comfortable, she can only nod at first, nosing brushing against his throat with the motion, voice as soft as before. ]
Mmnhm...yeah. Yeah, this is good.