[Naoki smiles wider at the disgruntled mutter (she's so cute when she's disgruntled) and shifts to accommodate her. When her emotions settle down and when her weight rests more on him, he exhales a sigh of relief, his fingers still combing gently through her hair.
He's tempted to do something stupid or cliche like kiss her hair or the crown of her head.
--but that's a bit too cliche. He bets people sleeping through that only happens in manga anyway, he knows he'd wake up. So he keeps stroking and leans his head lightly against her shoulder again, closing his eyes. He'll just open himself up to the sense and the indistinct emotions of her sleeping and let that lull him.]
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He's tempted to do something stupid or cliche like kiss her hair or the crown of her head.
--but that's a bit too cliche. He bets people sleeping through that only happens in manga anyway, he knows he'd wake up. So he keeps stroking and leans his head lightly against her shoulder again, closing his eyes. He'll just open himself up to the sense and the indistinct emotions of her sleeping and let that lull him.]