[ He'll claim her spot on the table top, curling his arm up to act as a make-do pillow. As if he wasn't a giant mess already, this is so much to think about. A cluster fuck of hope that he won't be without her and fear that he'll ruin everything for her by staying close. In this moment, he doesn't know which would hurt more, and can't manage to think of anything that would repair it.
He can feel a tightness in his chest again as he turns his head enough to peer up at her. ]
Can I stay in your bed? At least until you're ready to sleep?
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He can feel a tightness in his chest again as he turns his head enough to peer up at her. ]
Can I stay in your bed? At least until you're ready to sleep?