He laughs softly, brushing his knuckles over her shoulder as he stands up and stretches. He can see how sleepy she is, and feel it besides, so he just walks over to the table, takes the bowcaster and makes for the door.
"Thank you," he says, once more, and even he isn't sure what he's thanking her for the most.
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Date: 2016-04-22 08:51 am (UTC)"Thank you," he says, once more, and even he isn't sure what he's thanking her for the most.