[ At first, he's able to muster little energy than to project a tiny ? at him, shaking off the effects of sleep like snow slowly melting. But he's aware, mind awake and whirring, an engine that's warmed up and ready for use, and it's left to his limbs to work past the pleasant ache and push his head up to turn bleary eyes on Erik.
The smile that blooms is sated and happy, voice gently teasing. ] Oh, you're still here?
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The smile that blooms is sated and happy, voice gently teasing. ] Oh, you're still here?