[Hancock climbs in and thwacks the pillows and Nick, perched on the edge of the bed, can't help but watch him with an impossible, besotted fondness. It shows up differently on this face, easier to read, but no less or greater than his usual look. Nick climbs in a little awkwardly at first, but he's definitely got it in his head how he wants this.]
What, and give up looking at your handsome mug?
[He's not even being the slightest bit sarcastic. He pulls Hancock in chest to chest, wrapping an arm around his waist and carding their legs together. It's an absolute clinging mess, a jumble of limbs, but Nick couldn't be happier with it, especially once they're both sharing the good pillow(s).
But damned if laying down doesn't immediately hit him hard. There's just something about being horizontal with a pillow under your head that makes a guy groggy as hell. Still, it feels like all the little aches and pains, the soreness and the bite marks, are all soothed away by the warming sheets or being cuddled close to his fiancee.]
Oh--gotta say, this is already looking like a good choice.
[Sleep, he means. But also this whole VR adventure.]
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What, and give up looking at your handsome mug?
[He's not even being the slightest bit sarcastic. He pulls Hancock in chest to chest, wrapping an arm around his waist and carding their legs together. It's an absolute clinging mess, a jumble of limbs, but Nick couldn't be happier with it, especially once they're both sharing the good pillow(s).
But damned if laying down doesn't immediately hit him hard. There's just something about being horizontal with a pillow under your head that makes a guy groggy as hell. Still, it feels like all the little aches and pains, the soreness and the bite marks, are all soothed away by the warming sheets or being cuddled close to his fiancee.]
Oh--gotta say, this is already looking like a good choice.
[Sleep, he means. But also this whole VR adventure.]