[Mikey feels warm, as he presses his head against Yu's shoulder, and Yu-- he feels it, too, the pleasant buzz in his head, the flush on his cheeks. He's not sure he could describe himself as relaxed, exactly, and part of him wonders if he'll ever feel so relaxed again. If it'll ever feel as natural. But...it feels easier with every moment, just being here. Just being.
So he stays like this for a while, fingers laced together, sharing weight.
It's hard to say how much time passes; it feels like ages and seconds all at once, but he feels so content, in the moment, that he's reluctant to change it. And yet...sitting on the bar like this, he feels the heaviness set in behind his eyelids.
It-- sort of brings the reality of their current situation back into focus.]
That nap bundle, [he says, soft and unhurried.] Was there just one?
[He thinks better of the original phrasing he had intended -- do you think it's big enough for two? No matter how many forward strides he's made in such a short period of time, he's not sure he's ready for that closeness just yet.]
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So he stays like this for a while, fingers laced together, sharing weight.
It's hard to say how much time passes; it feels like ages and seconds all at once, but he feels so content, in the moment, that he's reluctant to change it. And yet...sitting on the bar like this, he feels the heaviness set in behind his eyelids.
It-- sort of brings the reality of their current situation back into focus.]
That nap bundle, [he says, soft and unhurried.] Was there just one?
[He thinks better of the original phrasing he had intended -- do you think it's big enough for two? No matter how many forward strides he's made in such a short period of time, he's not sure he's ready for that closeness just yet.]