[Well as long as Jason can only see his back, that's okay. Nero strips the damp shirt off and throws on the frumpled sleep tunic that's hanging on the headboard.]
When Nero finally notices, he stops - takes it as a cue to put the book aside. His eyes wander over Jason's face for a moment, examining the puffy redness that still lingered... and gives him a light kiss on the forehead.
Then dims the lights and curls up around him, for however much rest his poor boyfriend could get tonight.]
[it's another-- relatively long sleep. for him. he blinks himself awake in the morning and just... sits up slowly, trying to pick Nero off of him without waking him up.]
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[He's about to take off his shirt, before-- right, still boobs.]
...Turn around, I need to change.
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I don't need that, but I appreciate the thought.
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Then as long as I'm always allowed there.
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[he never has to even touch the rest of the unit. but he's listening, for when it's safe to sit up.]
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Nero turns around and scoots to sit with his back against the headboard.]
...You gonna try to sleep again?
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[he tosses the book at him, sitting up. it's a book. but it looks like it's... pride and prejudice and zombies.
then he stands, pulling off his shirt, next.]
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...I'm almost 100% sure this story doesn't normally have zombies.
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I'm cursed with whatever Hell's got available.
[he's going!! to use the wash area.]
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I thought you normally stuck to non-fiction.
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[he doesn't have modesty. you've seen him how many times...]
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What makes a book a classic, anyway?
[he's just gonna read the first page or something...]
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[yeah, baths take longer, but admittedly, this is nice]
That one's an adaptation?
[the first page is a man dramatically telling a woman to leave to attending his musket when she tries to make smalltalk]
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Huh...
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Are you still... reading??
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Mr. Darcy's kinda an ass.
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]
Huh.
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I guess I shoulda brought two books.
[he moves in a little closer after grabbing his cellphone.]
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Oh-- you can have your book back if you want.
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[he'll just do some browsing on his phone.]
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[Scoots further down into the bed so he can be right next to Jason, but keeps reading without further protest.]
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though slowly, the phone drops.
then his eyes close.
and before he really knows it, he's out cold.
guess who is still very, very, very tired]
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When Nero finally notices, he stops - takes it as a cue to put the book aside. His eyes wander over Jason's face for a moment, examining the puffy redness that still lingered... and gives him a light kiss on the forehead.
Then dims the lights and curls up around him, for however much rest his poor boyfriend could get tonight.]
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