[it's nice to not have to think about anything - not worry about being an imposition, about the implications of feeling comforted by another man's arms holding him, about a safe-seeming scent despite the blood and horror that had preceded it. Manabu fidgets only to curl in more certainly against Grey as he's lost to a mercifully dreamless sleep - one he's rested enough from that he doesn't actually wake with a start.
he stirs slow, warm and comfortable, as though he didn't have a lot of urgent matters on his mind. that comes gradually as his ears attune to a breathing rhythm that's not his, making him question and actually take stock of his surroundings.
where...am i? and does he have to move?
most certainly, but not before tilting his head to look and see who he's cuddled up to.]
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he stirs slow, warm and comfortable, as though he didn't have a lot of urgent matters on his mind. that comes gradually as his ears attune to a breathing rhythm that's not his, making him question and actually take stock of his surroundings.
where...am i? and does he have to move?
most certainly, but not before tilting his head to look and see who he's cuddled up to.]