[He arches his eyebrows suggestively.] Is that what the bed's for? [But he's not particularly serious; too tired for sex is a horrible state to be in, but he'd much rather sleep with an arm wrapped around her right now. (And that should really unsettle him, shouldn't it? He let's it go, saves it for when he hasn't been up for four straight days.)
A smile quirks at the corner of his mouth.]
I would carry you, [he muses] But at this point, I'm afraid I'd drop you.
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A smile quirks at the corner of his mouth.]
I would carry you, [he muses] But at this point, I'm afraid I'd drop you.