[Poor Eight isn't...feeling very platonic, but it has been the most exhausting of months, and even if he'd been rested and cleansed, emotionally he feels frayed and worn out. Sleep is the right option, even if a corner of his mind would really rather he just lost himself in her for a night.
To bad this night is about the worst time for his courage to rear it's ugly head.
Still, he revels in the closeness they are having at this point, and he runs his fingers through her hair and down her back, sighing pleasantly when her arm wraps around him.]
I'm glad I did, too. I think...I think I needed this.
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To bad this night is about the worst time for his courage to rear it's ugly head.
Still, he revels in the closeness they are having at this point, and he runs his fingers through her hair and down her back, sighing pleasantly when her arm wraps around him.]
I'm glad I did, too. I think...I think I needed this.