[Kind of her. Once she's settled he just let's himself pitch forward. It's not quite so ungraceful as a faceplant, but it's very near. He just manages to inch himself under the covers and shuck extraneous clothes before getting an arm around her waist again. He lasts maybe ten seconds after that, enough to reassure himself that he locked the door, that his gun is not far away, and that she is breathing. It's turning into a regular checklist. Then he's out like a light.]
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