Date: 2025-02-09 10:57 pm (UTC)
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He chuckles. "Oh, lucky me," he murmurs, but he holds him close. "Can I kiss you - or is that too much?"

Date: 2025-02-09 11:07 pm (UTC)
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He leans into the kiss, cupping his jaw and pressing just a little. He sinks into him, that small touch just enough to undo at least some of the damage done by the alarm.

Date: 2025-02-10 12:33 pm (UTC)
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Jacob strokes his jaw with his thumb, toying with a silvery steand of hair near his ear.

"I did, too. It's been - a long fucking week. So feel free to do that any time you want."

Date: 2025-02-10 02:26 pm (UTC)
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He moves over, resting his head against Astarion's shoulder. For once, he's comfortable being the one asking for support.

"Good. Wake me up if I snore," he mutters.

Date: 2025-02-10 04:34 pm (UTC)
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"Right, right. Trance thing," he mutters, but he's already slipping off to sleep.

It won't matter much, as Jacob is up and down with nightmares all night, but at least he's easily settled with Astarion right there with him.

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