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Pepper grumbles under her breath some more, nothing really sensible, just errant noises of displeasure even though she adores the sound of his laughter, rumbling through his chest in a way she can feel as well as hear. Her eyes are still firmly closed and she remains unmoving aside from grasping a light handful of his shirt at his side. Really, she's very content to stay here for the whole day, without drawing attention to the fact. Nights are the only time they can be close like this without rationalizing it, without looking for reasons; except with Doom caught, their charade was coming to an end. Maybe this was their last night together, already? The thought makes something unpleasant prick at the back of her mind, so she's gladly rejecting morning as long as she can. Never mind it's probably inching closer to noon by now. "Mornings are stupid. Let's not wake up."