He sighs, tightening their fingers and shifting so he can carve out a space for himself by her legs, boots on the ground but torso pitched forward as though his silhouette alone could fend off her demons.
"Sleep," he urges softly, bringing her hand up to his lips and brushing them across her knuckles, long facial hair tickling the delicate skin there. He rests their joined hands on his knee and locks his shoulder against the back of the couch to soldify his hover, watching over her and feeling more fulfilled for it.
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"Sleep," he urges softly, bringing her hand up to his lips and brushing them across her knuckles, long facial hair tickling the delicate skin there. He rests their joined hands on his knee and locks his shoulder against the back of the couch to soldify his hover, watching over her and feeling more fulfilled for it.