[ He just gives a soft hum in acknowledgement of the words, one corner of his lips curving faintly, but the slow movements of Claude's fingers have done their job. Paired with the exhaustion, it's only a few more minutes before Sylvain drifts back off to sleep against him.
His fingers remain tangled in the front of Claude's shirt the entire time, never once releasing their grip. As if just to make sure, even in his sleep, that nothing comes back to separate them. ]
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His fingers remain tangled in the front of Claude's shirt the entire time, never once releasing their grip. As if just to make sure, even in his sleep, that nothing comes back to separate them. ]