[ Part of his mind snags on the fact that Claude's phrasing of that was a little strange. Different. But he's so tired that it seems like too much effort to bother figuring out why. Especially with the brush of those fingers against his back lulling him deeper into relaxing against Claude.
He yawns, letting his eyes drift closed again. He's still flushed from the fever, but Claude's body heat has chased the worst of the chills away for the moment - although he's still not ready to move away, not if Claude isn't making him. Selfishly, maybe, but he wants to steal this as long as possible. ]
You promised to wake me up. You can protect me from Hubert and his terrible tea.
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He yawns, letting his eyes drift closed again. He's still flushed from the fever, but Claude's body heat has chased the worst of the chills away for the moment - although he's still not ready to move away, not if Claude isn't making him. Selfishly, maybe, but he wants to steal this as long as possible. ]
You promised to wake me up. You can protect me from Hubert and his terrible tea.