[He sighs in relief, and his embrace grows more firm as she tells him he can stay. It feels so nice to have her in his arms, both from a purely physical standpoint and because it eases that knot of hurt in him to know there's someone who not only doesn't mind having him around, but who actually wants him to be there. It's not just a needy favor if it helps her out too, right?]
I will stay, then. Even if I cannot sleep, I would like to be with you.
[Tentatively, he reaches up to stroke her hair. It looks so soft, and so different from his hairless body; she's hitting just the right chord with her hands on his back, and it feels one-sided not to do something in return. And it's helping - his eyelids droop of their own accord, and his breathing calms down. Eventually, he murmurs into her ear.]
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I will stay, then. Even if I cannot sleep, I would like to be with you.
[Tentatively, he reaches up to stroke her hair. It looks so soft, and so different from his hairless body; she's hitting just the right chord with her hands on his back, and it feels one-sided not to do something in return. And it's helping - his eyelids droop of their own accord, and his breathing calms down. Eventually, he murmurs into her ear.]
I suppose we ought to lay down now.
[But he's reluctant to let go of her.]