[He obliges her each time she stops him, to the point that he is smiling near the end of his reading. This is the version of Kira he prefers: full of curiosity and near-innocence. That is about the moment he notices that she has stopped asking for him to go back and--oh.
She'd fallen asleep. She'd felt safe enough to sleep in his presence, even after all of the arguing they'd done just a few hours ago.
He gently closes the book to watch her. Every now and then, when she turns like she might wake, his heart thunders a little faster and he hastily looks away, as if he fears that she might catch him staring at her. And he is absolutely staring. She seems an entirely different person, like this. He wants to wrap a blanket around her again, but he hadn't soon forgotten the last time he'd tried that.
So, he stays right where he is, lost in mapping the way she's curled in on herself, the way it morphs the curves of her body. If only he could see her face from here.]
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She'd fallen asleep. She'd felt safe enough to sleep in his presence, even after all of the arguing they'd done just a few hours ago.
He gently closes the book to watch her. Every now and then, when she turns like she might wake, his heart thunders a little faster and he hastily looks away, as if he fears that she might catch him staring at her. And he is absolutely staring. She seems an entirely different person, like this. He wants to wrap a blanket around her again, but he hadn't soon forgotten the last time he'd tried that.
So, he stays right where he is, lost in mapping the way she's curled in on herself, the way it morphs the curves of her body. If only he could see her face from here.]