Hopes talks about how when they were kids Dimitri used to stay up talking to Dedue until he fell asleep, and I can’t get that image out of my head: write something with that, or just with the two of them as kids?
Half of Dimitri's babble is lost in the pillow as he gradually settles his cheek against it, voice so quiet now that Dedue, laying in the bed only inches from the prince, can barely hear him. Eventually, the words fade entirely and Dedue watches those striking blue eyes slip shut at long last-- sunrise is not as far off as Dedue would like, but any sleep he can help Dimitri get will have to be enough.
As always, Dedue pauses to consider whether to stay or sneak out-- and, as always, the decision is made for him when Dimitri snuggles closer and sighs against Dedue’s shoulder, giving Dedue the little push he needs to let himself find some rest too.
