Yeah, yeah, it is obvious, but... I wanted to say so, anyway.
[ He wriggles his own arm up from between them so he can slide it around Celeste's shoulders. They're already cuddled up so close, but there's nothing that says he can't tug him so they're flush against one another, side to side.
After all that, he's content to sit here in silence if Celeste will allow it, simply enjoying the lightheaded buzz that the alcohol, the blood loss, and undoubtedly the company all combined have given him.
It's... nice. To sit up on a roof with company like this for once. ]
[And he does mean it. There may be a slight slurring to his words, and his accent may have gotten heavier the longer he's had the alcohol in his system, but he's been consistently genuine the whole night.
And he's ultimately rewarded for it by being tugged even closer. He even elects to drape his legs over Eli's as well, doing his own part to further the contact between them.
He's warm. And for once Celeste isn't simply sapping heat away, but returning it in kind, courtesy of the blood so graciously donated and the buzz keeping a flush to his skin.
It is nice, to settle in on the roof with company, to hold silence between them with ease until the warm orange haze of the city lights reflected on the clouds fades to the cool blue of morning. Nice enough that at some point he's fallen asleep right there on Eli's shoulder, with the only indication is a slow cessation of breathing and a loosening hold around his waist.]
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[ He wriggles his own arm up from between them so he can slide it around Celeste's shoulders. They're already cuddled up so close, but there's nothing that says he can't tug him so they're flush against one another, side to side.
After all that, he's content to sit here in silence if Celeste will allow it, simply enjoying the lightheaded buzz that the alcohol, the blood loss, and undoubtedly the company all combined have given him.
It's... nice. To sit up on a roof with company like this for once. ]
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[And he does mean it. There may be a slight slurring to his words, and his accent may have gotten heavier the longer he's had the alcohol in his system, but he's been consistently genuine the whole night.
And he's ultimately rewarded for it by being tugged even closer. He even elects to drape his legs over Eli's as well, doing his own part to further the contact between them.
He's warm. And for once Celeste isn't simply sapping heat away, but returning it in kind, courtesy of the blood so graciously donated and the buzz keeping a flush to his skin.
It is nice, to settle in on the roof with company, to hold silence between them with ease until the warm orange haze of the city lights reflected on the clouds fades to the cool blue of morning. Nice enough that at some point he's fallen asleep right there on Eli's shoulder, with the only indication is a slow cessation of breathing and a loosening hold around his waist.]