[The logic appeals. There’s something that calms in the air when he digests it. Or maybe its the acknowledgement that she sleeps poorly without him that makes the knot in his chest unclench slightly. There is no falsehood there — he would know. And like it or not, his thoughts would doubtless invade her dreams.
Good.
He turns then to stalk toward the singular bed, momentarily glancing around before settling in the corner on the other side of where she had grabbed at the curtain. Slowly, he slides and lets himself sink to the floor, his knees spread apart and his arms resting on either one. She is perfrctly in his line of sight, as is the door.]
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Good.
He turns then to stalk toward the singular bed, momentarily glancing around before settling in the corner on the other side of where she had grabbed at the curtain. Slowly, he slides and lets himself sink to the floor, his knees spread apart and his arms resting on either one. She is perfrctly in his line of sight, as is the door.]
Pleasant dreams, then.