here he comes, eager to wake lovecraft with palms cupping either side of his thin face.. it's been a while. the bags beneath poe's eyes have grown far more drastic, but so has the unyielding adoration in his gaze. "hello, my little love..," he whispers, voice but a low hum, near purr. "how I've missed you so."
He doesn’t get to sleep much lately. Both in the sense of he cannot go into the ocean for months on end and that even his sleep at night is more short-lived than is ideal. It makes Lovecraft uncomfortable, perpetually on edge with a feeling of something being amiss (he has made many choices lately that will alter things; perhaps it is the nerves or cause-effect-anticipation running aimlessly in his thoughts that keeps him from sleeping proper).
Contrary to expectation, Lovecraft isn’t any more annoyed to be woken than usual. It is something he’s learned to accept, almost. The familiarity helps (of both the gesture and the person who comes bearing it as offering). Cold hands slide gently (lovingly! isn’t that an odd adjective for you) over his cheeks and Lovecraft cracks his eyes open with a soft grumble.
It’s Poe, because of course it is. He knew that. It’s been a while-- not Lovecraft’s fault this time. There’s curiosity as to where the raven flew off to, but so long as the roost is his eventual return, Lovecraft supposes it’s not his business to ask. Poe looks about as wan and exhausted as Lovecraft (’you look like absolute shit’, a borrowed voice runs through his head, but that’s not something one should say to a returned lover). It’s been a while since he had to watch over Poe, that was an affair of the Guild... but Lovecraft can make a note to see if he remembers to tell Poe to sleep in the next week.
It takes Lovecraft some time to reply as he processes, Better idle thought as he gazes calmly at Poe than something inhuman. Perhaps.
“Little?”
That’s not an adjective commonly applied to him. (Don’t be hurt, he’s only teasing.)
“It has been a while.”
Lovecraft hesitates to agree with sentiments about such things as missing people. He likes to pretend it’s outside his realm of emotional capabilities. It isn’t.