[ Oh good, because she has zero problem with a cuddly Doctor, I mean really. And it feels ... nice to be held, even if it's (sort of, mostly) platonic. So there is no issue with her wriggling into his hold, pressing her forehead to his shoulder. Oddly enough, it reminds her of being in bed with Mickey. If only in the sense that the height difference really .. made a difference, when you were quite used to someone being just over six feet tall. Not in a bad way, of course. It was a complicated mix of emotions. Ones that she wasn't really in the mood to deal with or suss out just yet. Sleep sounded really good, even if it were only for a few hours. He might have been cleansed, but she had not, yet. ]
... Good to know. [ About the snoring. ] If, y'know, I ever end up sleeping over at Six's.
[ Though it's said in half a sleep-mutter, so whether she truly realizes what she's saying, or merely just saying it bluntly, is anyone's guess. After a moment however, her arms shift again, wrapping around him as best she can; one arm over his torso, the other tucked between them. ]
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... Good to know. [ About the snoring. ] If, y'know, I ever end up sleeping over at Six's.
[ Though it's said in half a sleep-mutter, so whether she truly realizes what she's saying, or merely just saying it bluntly, is anyone's guess. After a moment however, her arms shift again, wrapping around him as best she can; one arm over his torso, the other tucked between them. ]
I'm glad you came over.