[Isabeau knows how this routine goes by now. Only three beds. M'dame Odile gets her own. Bonnie, who usually shares with Mirabelle, gets to sprawl in perfect comfort over their mattress, blankets and pillows all for them. Which leaves the last for him and Sif. The usual! He gets the left side! He has to remind them for the umpteenth time not to hog the covers, and they're probably gonna do it anyway!
Him... and Sif. Who knows that he loves them. Who just a short walk ago expressed at least a mild interest in snuggling. Who, since then... has spent the entire time at the clock tower avoiding even looking at the bed.
Isabeau really should know better than to read too much into it. Yeah, Sif said earlier that they're exhausted. Yeah, they're still dealing with the after effects of craft overuse and could probably drop at any second, are so looking forward to true rest that they could sleep on a bed of glass. B-but. Sif is also a night owl! Prone to staying up into the wee hours of the morning and sleeping until noon unless roused! Surely it's that, and not that he'd somehow made a misstep with them between the conversation behind the boulangerie and now. Right?
...Isabeau drags a mental comb over their last conversation, picking through it for ways he could have been too pushy or too expectant. Did he agree too readily when Siffrin said they could try cuddling? Crab, maybe that was it? Or, Change, it could even be that he changed into his pajamas before bed. Is cuddling no longer on the menu now that he's in a tank top, and they just don't know how to say it? Or maybe it's nothing, and all this worrying will be the thing that does them both in today. Urgh. And how will he even ask about it? Both Odile and Bonnie have already passed out, and there will be hell to pay if he wakes either of them after the day everyone has had.
The lights have dimmed, and Isabeau is lightly dozing in the stew of his own worries by the time he feels the mattress shift to his right, creaking under the weight of his bed buddy shifting under the covers with him. He stirs with a short but sudden intake of breath, a small jolt that relents to sleepy contentment as he turns to face them. For all that he stresses over things, Siffrin is still something of a stabilizer for him (at least, when they aren't both getting into trouble On Purpose).]
Hey, there you are.
[...Ah. No barriers eh, self? He's just gonna straight up let them know he's been waiting for them this whole time? Cool. Cool. Can't take it back now. Managed to whisper, so that's a point in his favor.]
Something bugging you?
[He can at least do them the kindness of not assuming it must have something to do with him.]
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Him... and Sif. Who knows that he loves them. Who just a short walk ago expressed at least a mild interest in snuggling. Who, since then... has spent the entire time at the clock tower avoiding even looking at the bed.
Isabeau really should know better than to read too much into it. Yeah, Sif said earlier that they're exhausted. Yeah, they're still dealing with the after effects of craft overuse and could probably drop at any second, are so looking forward to true rest that they could sleep on a bed of glass. B-but. Sif is also a night owl! Prone to staying up into the wee hours of the morning and sleeping until noon unless roused! Surely it's that, and not that he'd somehow made a misstep with them between the conversation behind the boulangerie and now. Right?
...Isabeau drags a mental comb over their last conversation, picking through it for ways he could have been too pushy or too expectant. Did he agree too readily when Siffrin said they could try cuddling? Crab, maybe that was it? Or, Change, it could even be that he changed into his pajamas before bed. Is cuddling no longer on the menu now that he's in a tank top, and they just don't know how to say it? Or maybe it's nothing, and all this worrying will be the thing that does them both in today. Urgh. And how will he even ask about it? Both Odile and Bonnie have already passed out, and there will be hell to pay if he wakes either of them after the day everyone has had.
The lights have dimmed, and Isabeau is lightly dozing in the stew of his own worries by the time he feels the mattress shift to his right, creaking under the weight of his bed buddy shifting under the covers with him. He stirs with a short but sudden intake of breath, a small jolt that relents to sleepy contentment as he turns to face them. For all that he stresses over things, Siffrin is still something of a stabilizer for him (at least, when they aren't both getting into trouble On Purpose).]
Hey, there you are.
[...Ah. No barriers eh, self? He's just gonna straight up let them know he's been waiting for them this whole time? Cool. Cool. Can't take it back now. Managed to whisper, so that's a point in his favor.]
Something bugging you?
[He can at least do them the kindness of not assuming it must have something to do with him.]