[There isn't much in Grey's head as he falls asleep either, save for some hope that Manabu will be able to sleep alright, and the reflection that this is probably the coziest he has ever been in his entire life. Manabu is so warm, and the sound of his slow breathing is so soothing...
Grey's still out when morning comes and Manabu begins to stir. He has one arm slung over Manabu's waist, and the other raised and bent so that his hand rests, wrist-side up, just above his head. In the clutches of sleep Grey's expression is more relaxed than usual, lips parted to let out soft breathing, and eyes shut so that his lashes form a pair of purple crescents.]
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Grey's still out when morning comes and Manabu begins to stir. He has one arm slung over Manabu's waist, and the other raised and bent so that his hand rests, wrist-side up, just above his head. In the clutches of sleep Grey's expression is more relaxed than usual, lips parted to let out soft breathing, and eyes shut so that his lashes form a pair of purple crescents.]