️️ ️️ ️ ️️𝑹𝐸𝐶𝐾𝐿𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝑻H͟I͟N͟K͟I͟N͟G .ᐟ️️ ️️

at this point he truly did expect her to be tired. “ yes — hey, listen, can I run something by you 𖤠 ”

he didn’t even have to say a thing — neither of them did. he knew. he was there for her . . .

snaking his arms around her waist.

“ don’t mention it, just close those weary eyes of yours . . .” he’d run that hand through her hair and let his gaze focus on the tv — though he was making a conscious decision to keep a close eye on her, and her breathing, to see if she was actually asleep or not.

“ fine, here . . .” Deus wasn’t that great at being . . . soft. but he tried. he’d lean back into the corner he was in to try and flatten his torso so she could lay down and use his chest or stomach as a pillow. once she was situated he’d move his hand through her hair again.

“ actually I think I have every reason to worry about you. you’re going to catch some kind of human disease if you keep pushing your body and mind too much. believe me. ” he had a slight frown, sighing out as his gaze returned to the tv. “ want me to put you to bed 𖤠 ”

“ you need to sleep and worry about yourself . . .” hed say would practically instruct, giving her a small smile between his harsher love and her kiss. “ . . . please. ” he thought it only right to actually say it nicely — though he wanted her to rest.

his gaze would quickly shift down towards their hands, a soft hum escaping him. “ well in that case, I suppose I will have to stay . . .” yeah it wouldn’t take much convincing.

“ I can if you’d like me to . . .” he would look down at her out of the corner of his eye. “ you look like you’ve been to war and back . . .”

he’d move an arm around her unknowingly. just out of instinct. “ tired 𖤠” he’s brainlessly flicking through channels on tv.