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[ yawns and stretches as he sits on the edge of the bed, his back to the female who is slowly starting to get dressed. flops backwards to peer up at her, giving some snide remark before she pops him on the nose with a hand in retribution. forgoes the shirt he was reaching for, instead rolling off the mattress to playfully plead with her to stay for a few more hours, though the joke is already lost once she steps into the bathroom to fix her hair.

grins a bit at that but dutifully moves out of her way, making a beeline back to his bedroom. lazily scratches at his already-frizzy hair as he leans against the doorway, not paying much attention to anything in particular. eventually his expression grows dimmer, eyes going up to the ceiling before they narrow slightly. finds himself unable to throw away the feeling of uneasiness that nestles into the pit of his stomach, almost as if something terrible had happened without him knowing. ]

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[ lies awake throughout the entirety of tony's routine even when he keeps his eyes closed & breathing even. only when he hears (feels) tony relax fully into slumber does he move, twisting to get a glimpse of the broader back. watches the rise & fall of his friend's body for a long while, lulled into a sense of safety at the sight of such rhythmic motion. it takes him a moment, but eventually he finds the motivation to move again, wiggling forward to grasp lightly at the fabric of the other boy's shirt while pressing his forehead lightly against the center of tony's back.

pauses again, double-checking that his friend is indeed asleep. then, once assured, he murmurs as quietly as voice can go. ]

. . . Love you.

[ then his eyes are slipping closed as wills himself to sleep so that tomorrow (& the slow mending he wishes to do) may come faster. ]