[eventually. though...Grey's not bothering to goad him into said moving, so Manabu lets himself linger, even doze a little while easing out of afterglow. his forehead rests on Grey's shoulder, his own shoulders slumped with the weight of Grey's arm; there's some notion in his head of cozying up properly, but that'd require too much moving.
ergonomics be damned, he's just going to linger there like some awkwardly positioned statue figure.]
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ergonomics be damned, he's just going to linger there like some awkwardly positioned statue figure.]