Crez remembered that a long time ago, he really wasn't fond of contact. Too much pulling and pain, so he had generally shied away from it.
And yet, now, he craved it.
His arms tugged Clovis closer, his face pressed up against her neck as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, almost like a cocoon. Crez kissed the nape of her neck softly, feeling her shiver.
He buried his face into Clovis' shirt, smelling the sweet scent of some sort of medicine; she nuzzled his hair, her arms locked around his back. A small, warm place that would always be safe. He was still afraid of sleeping, yes, but here, it felt as if everything would be fine for now.
She muttered something in her sleep, foreign tongue he didn't know, but it sounded like a soft lullaby in his ears, soothing like the heat of Clovis' temperature. He smiled, his eyes closed, wishing that the moment would stay this way, and nothing else.
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