[It's true that Siffrin needed the sleep. Not physically – though that's certainly a part of it, after their Craft overuse and dynamaxing and all that – but mentally, they'd been sleep-deprived for the equivalent of months. Nights at the clocktowers had ceased to be restful long ago, and oftentimes Siffrin had more waited than actually slept. The best rest he got was between loops, but that was always so short-lived.
He's not sure what time it is when he finally comes to consciousness. He doesn't open his eyes right away, but it's obvious when he wakes up from the way he stiffens in realization of his current position and then slowly relaxes again. Right, it's all over, this is a new day for the first time in far too long, and Isabeau is holding them because he loves them.
Selfishly, he feigns sleep a little longer. It's the most comfortable position he's ever woken up in, and the temptation to just revel in it and lay here quietly for hours longer nearly overpowers the fear that Isabeau would get sick of them laying on him eventually. What finally shakes them from their cozy reverie is remembering that they weren't alone in this room.
They lift their head a little, twisting to look behind them at the other beds, vainly hoping the others would still be asleep. Bonnie doesn't disappoint, but of course Odile's bed is empty. He'd hope maybe their friends just didn't notice the canoodling in their early morning grogginess, but he knows that's a pointless wish. Odile notices everything.
Doubtlessly, she'll poke fun later. Lovingly, of course, but that doesn't make it less embarrassing. Maybe he should play up his emotional fragility to stave off the teasing for a while.
Biting back a sigh, lest he worry Isabeau, he turns around to flop back down into the pillow.]
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He's not sure what time it is when he finally comes to consciousness. He doesn't open his eyes right away, but it's obvious when he wakes up from the way he stiffens in realization of his current position and then slowly relaxes again. Right, it's all over, this is a new day for the first time in far too long, and Isabeau is holding them because he loves them.
Selfishly, he feigns sleep a little longer. It's the most comfortable position he's ever woken up in, and the temptation to just revel in it and lay here quietly for hours longer nearly overpowers the fear that Isabeau would get sick of them laying on him eventually. What finally shakes them from their cozy reverie is remembering that they weren't alone in this room.
They lift their head a little, twisting to look behind them at the other beds, vainly hoping the others would still be asleep. Bonnie doesn't disappoint, but of course Odile's bed is empty. He'd hope maybe their friends just didn't notice the canoodling in their early morning grogginess, but he knows that's a pointless wish. Odile notices everything.
Doubtlessly, she'll poke fun later. Lovingly, of course, but that doesn't make it less embarrassing. Maybe he should play up his emotional fragility to stave off the teasing for a while.
Biting back a sigh, lest he worry Isabeau, he turns around to flop back down into the pillow.]
Where's Odile?