[He is not awakened by the text and is still sleeping when she arrives, nude under the sheets that are half spread over him, covering a swatch of his body from about mid stomach to just enough to cover his groin, black cutting across him like a censorship bar as he lay there on his back, smiling softly at whatever dream he was having. He was lit by the glow from outside leaking in through the windows and a soft ambiance lighting along the bar, toes flexing as he murmured something in his sleep before sighing.
Would she wake him to talk, or would she curl up beside him? He'd be fine with either option as he'd meant what he'd said; she was always welcome in his home. It was as much hers as his, really, considering they were both the only two from their world. A little slice of familiarity that he wouldn't deny her if she wanted.]
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Would she wake him to talk, or would she curl up beside him? He'd be fine with either option as he'd meant what he'd said; she was always welcome in his home. It was as much hers as his, really, considering they were both the only two from their world. A little slice of familiarity that he wouldn't deny her if she wanted.]