[THE COMFIEST OF BEDS welcome to elf world. And it really is an awfully nice way to wake up, that gentle rhythmic petting of his hair. Ryn's fingers are soft enough and careful enough that the swelling never twinges or aches even when his fingers brush past it, and it's just...it's just nice. It's almost heartbreaking how nice it is, how he's teased and tempted and made innuendo toward aching for this sort of attention for weeks, and here he is, getting it despite having done nothing at all to deserve it.]
...I thought you might stop. When you worked out that I was awake.
[His voice is slurred, heavy, but thick with sleepiness instead of with pain. An improvement.]
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...I thought you might stop. When you worked out that I was awake.
[His voice is slurred, heavy, but thick with sleepiness instead of with pain. An improvement.]
M'glad you didn't.