He lies them down and, because he's on top, it's his head that rests on Random's chest for a moment, his arm that falls across his waist.
But he's never been comfortable with things like that, even though - and he'd never admit it, ever - sometimes he thinks it might be nice. So he shifts, rolls on to his back and stares at the ceiling, breathing slowly calming.
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Date: 2005-12-18 03:20 am (UTC)But he's never been comfortable with things like that, even though - and he'd never admit it, ever - sometimes he thinks it might be nice. So he shifts, rolls on to his back and stares at the ceiling, breathing slowly calming.
'You're amazing.'