It was reflex, really, that had him reaching to clasp a hand at Charles' side when he moved close, basking in the warmth of him as he so often did even before all this, but it was a warmth that was somehow more solid now, more visceral in a way.
"Midnight." He replied, glancing up at the clock, "We've another four, not quite five hours." His brow furrowed, then, studying Charles' face for a moment, "It doesn't seem like enough time, does it?"
He shook his head, then, "And I'll go to bed, but only if you come too. I don't... well, I don't really want to let you out of my sight." Some tangle of nervous fear that when the spell wore off they'd just be gone even despite knowing that wasn't how it was designed.
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Date: 2025-06-22 05:05 pm (UTC)"Midnight." He replied, glancing up at the clock, "We've another four, not quite five hours." His brow furrowed, then, studying Charles' face for a moment, "It doesn't seem like enough time, does it?"
He shook his head, then, "And I'll go to bed, but only if you come too. I don't... well, I don't really want to let you out of my sight." Some tangle of nervous fear that when the spell wore off they'd just be gone even despite knowing that wasn't how it was designed.