[Grey is slow to stir. He's not normally a heavy sleeper, but he's worn out in his own right- he's spent quite a long time trying to find Manabu, unsure if he'd be able to or what state the man might be in. His dreams are subsequently a jumble of places remembered and imaginary, of traveling by train or ship or foot, and of Manabu, sometimes there, more often just out of reach.
But with Manabu so close to him in the waking world, Grey doesn't remain oblivious to Manabu's twitches forever. What is that, touching his leg? Is that him whimpering, or...]
Mmn...
[Grey shifts, tilting his head. His breath hits the back of Manabu's ear.]
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But with Manabu so close to him in the waking world, Grey doesn't remain oblivious to Manabu's twitches forever. What is that, touching his leg? Is that him whimpering, or...]
Mmn...
[Grey shifts, tilting his head. His breath hits the back of Manabu's ear.]