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Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
Karen’s gaze was trained on her crappy television screen, watching a rerun of The Golden Girls with a small smile on her face. Her hand was carding through Matt’s hair slowly, careful not to touch any scratches or bruises that seemed to be a constant on him.
She snorted quietly at a joke and mumbled, “Can you believe her? She’s my favorite.” Karen waited for a response but when didn’t happen after thirty or so seconds she glanced down. Matt was asleep, his face less tense and relaxed than it ever was when he was awake.
“Freeloader,” She tutted, rubbing his scalp with her fingertips. “If you were tired you could have just taken the bed.”












