[He half-turns a little to knock the banter back into her court, but at the sight of her closed eyes - she's not sleeping yet, he can tell by her breathing - he falls silent. She needs her rest, and he--
Well, hell. He could probably use some too. Just a few hours. He tips his head back against her hip and closes his eyes, too.]
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Well, hell. He could probably use some too. Just a few hours. He tips his head back against her hip and closes his eyes, too.]