[Thanks for thinking he doesn't smell bad. He does shower daily.
It's fine that she's not hugging him back, though. Having her ear pressed so close to his neck is already doing funny things to his heart that he's doing his best not to think about. More importantly, though, it's comfortable. It's warm and secure, having someone pressed against him like this. When's the last time he even gave anyone a hug...? He can't remember. He can't remember what he was doing five minutes ago, though, in this haze of sleeplessness, so maybe that's not a huge deal.
But wait, where's his fade-to-black?? He's living in the moment. This isn't a movie or a manga. He has to actually make a decision, here, and as nice as it is to hold someone, standing still and upright like this is straining his muscles and his willpower. His head bobs, and he wobbles dangerous for a moment before the particularly rousing chorus of ABBA's Waterloo makes its comeback.]
Hey... [It's a mumble, barely audible above the music as he squeezes her gently before loosening his grip.] Let me walk you back to your room...? You should... probably lay down.
[Translation: he's about to fall over where he's standing. Please, let him go lay down in his room.]
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It's fine that she's not hugging him back, though. Having her ear pressed so close to his neck is already doing funny things to his heart that he's doing his best not to think about. More importantly, though, it's comfortable. It's warm and secure, having someone pressed against him like this. When's the last time he even gave anyone a hug...? He can't remember. He can't remember what he was doing five minutes ago, though, in this haze of sleeplessness, so maybe that's not a huge deal.
But wait, where's his fade-to-black?? He's living in the moment. This isn't a movie or a manga. He has to actually make a decision, here, and as nice as it is to hold someone, standing still and upright like this is straining his muscles and his willpower. His head bobs, and he wobbles dangerous for a moment before the particularly rousing chorus of ABBA's Waterloo makes its comeback.]
Hey... [It's a mumble, barely audible above the music as he squeezes her gently before loosening his grip.] Let me walk you back to your room...? You should... probably lay down.
[Translation: he's about to fall over where he's standing. Please, let him go lay down in his room.]