[ For once, she doesn't fight it — just lets his shoulder touch hers without making a point of moving away, allowing that simple point of contact to linger between them. She's more at peace than she's been in what feels like half a dozen centuries — which, in all honesty, may not be too terribly far from the truth. That, in and of itself, is dangerous — but basking in the afterglow, she can't be bothered to regret it. Regrets will be for later. Right now? It seems like it'd be alright if this moment stretched on forever. ]
You never complain. [ She responds with a mild wryness, rolling onto her side to look at him. Almost fondly: ] You're easy.
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You never complain. [ She responds with a mild wryness, rolling onto her side to look at him. Almost fondly: ] You're easy.