"Or the morning," he agrees, hand coming up to settle on his chest as he closes his eyes briefly with his face still turned towards her. Though he doesn't analyze it as such, it's basically a goofy show of trust. But seriously he is worn out. Maybe even enough to sleep on the first attempt though he knew from experience anything could happen once he got up.

Behind his eyelids, he still sees her, something that makes color rise to his cheeks for a whole new reason. God, she's beautiful. He really is slow, he realizes, blinking his eyes open to study her features as his breathing settles back down. He's actually attracted to her, that's why he feels so weird right now. Why does he have to be such an extreme social retard at times like these.