[littl3chocobo]

'i..i guess?' the other stuttered. he was not tired but the question felt more like a command than it should have, though there was no malice or anger in it, just honest tiredness. he obliged the other without any more fuss, slipping from his boots and leggings, his shirt unbound came now to nearly mid theigh and settled as well as any proper night shirt. he crawled into the bed an arm-span from the other