[Siffrin snorts softly. True, they're light enough that they could probably lay on Isabeau's arm all night and not even put the limb to sleep. That doesn't even seem fair. They'd like to be able to hug Isa properly too, but they know trying to wriggle an arm under the man to do so would just come back to haunt them later.]
I can't be that light. It's pretty dark in here, after all.
[The stupidity of the joke is tempered by the weariness in his voice. Not that Isa would ever mind a stupid joke regardless.
This could almost pass for a normal night on their journey, albeit with a bit more snuggling. Whispered puns, trying to make Isabeau laugh loud enough to disturb the others and earn their retribution, dragging out that time with all their friends just a little longer before sleep took them. If Siffrin wasn't such a mess, maybe it'd have been just like this all along, curling up together for warmth on the nights they were stuck sleeping in a tent in too-cold weather, faces close to more easily speak softly...
And then Isabeau's hand brushes their bangs back, carefully, gently, and Siffrin is struck by the softness in that gaze. He is loved, and not just in the way all of them love him. He can't help but wonder how he missed it their whole journey, how he ever doubted it in the timeloop.
Stars, he's an idiot, isn't he?
Drawing a slightly shaky breath, he presses in closer and tucks his face against Isabeau's shoulder. He'd done as much while upright earlier, but there's no fabric in the way this time. Isa's skin feels hot against his forehead.]
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I can't be that light. It's pretty dark in here, after all.
[The stupidity of the joke is tempered by the weariness in his voice. Not that Isa would ever mind a stupid joke regardless.
This could almost pass for a normal night on their journey, albeit with a bit more snuggling. Whispered puns, trying to make Isabeau laugh loud enough to disturb the others and earn their retribution, dragging out that time with all their friends just a little longer before sleep took them. If Siffrin wasn't such a mess, maybe it'd have been just like this all along, curling up together for warmth on the nights they were stuck sleeping in a tent in too-cold weather, faces close to more easily speak softly...
And then Isabeau's hand brushes their bangs back, carefully, gently, and Siffrin is struck by the softness in that gaze. He is loved, and not just in the way all of them love him. He can't help but wonder how he missed it their whole journey, how he ever doubted it in the timeloop.
Stars, he's an idiot, isn't he?
Drawing a slightly shaky breath, he presses in closer and tucks his face against Isabeau's shoulder. He'd done as much while upright earlier, but there's no fabric in the way this time. Isa's skin feels hot against his forehead.]