[Zetta grins. In this moment, this incredibly brief moment, everything feels so fucking domestic, it feels homey. And right now, she doesn't want to rail against it. She wants to cradle it against her chest and never let it go.
She kisses the end of his nose.] Likewise, darling. [A beat.] Your shades are up by my pack. [For when he wants them again.]
[He thinks about it a moment, whether he really wants to get up out of this cozy space to get them or not.]
I'm good.
[And he really is. If he were uneasy or insecure he'd go for the shades no matter how comfortable the bed or cold the air. But the sunglasses are there and he's here and for the moment at least, he's okay with that.]
[He gives a snarky grumble about what he has to look forward to tomorrow and cuddles closer. Now that he's warming up, he's feeling sleepy and relaxed.]
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She kisses the end of his nose.] Likewise, darling. [A beat.] Your shades are up by my pack. [For when he wants them again.]
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[He thinks about it a moment, whether he really wants to get up out of this cozy space to get them or not.]
I'm good.
[And he really is. If he were uneasy or insecure he'd go for the shades no matter how comfortable the bed or cold the air. But the sunglasses are there and he's here and for the moment at least, he's okay with that.]
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Alright. We should probably try to get some rest if we're going to be dealing with a passive aggressive feud tomorrow.
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[He gives a snarky grumble about what he has to look forward to tomorrow and cuddles closer. Now that he's warming up, he's feeling sleepy and relaxed.]