"go back to sleep." it's a feeble attempt at an order, especially with how he doesn't even bother to raise his head from the pillows, but. still. he's neither prepared to lose sleep nor natsume's warmth to the outside.
was simply getting a glass of water so difficult? there has not been a single restorative chance for the both of them all night, and to finally get a bit of a reprieve would be very much appreciated. yet, simply the manner in which the snake just lazily INSISTS that he stays put brings a soft smile to his face; truly hopeless, he thinks, as he pours a glass for himself and downs it before reclaiming his place on the bed beside him.
❛ I’m here, shh. ❜ and they both know that when he says that, he means it. he tucks the covers over them for good measure before planting soft kisses on the snake’s forehead and lips. it’s one of the calmer moments between them, and he appreciates it for as long as he can.