[ She hums and keeps stroking her thumb on his palm and there's something soothing about the combination. The hum he can feel against his chest, strangely comforting. ]

it hasn't done us wrong yet. [ Well– ] Except that last one, I thought you were going to fall asleep sitting up.

[ Yes, he noticed. But he was touched that she trooped through it. He might've also gotten distracted watching her through the latter half of it. Or just how close was too close to sit next to her.

He thinks he'll much prefer what they're doing now, nearly her entire body weight pressed against his side. A thought occurs to him and he goes still, wondering if he should say anything. It's entirely possible he's doing what he usually does: making a mountain out of a molehill. ]

Did you– were you going to stay in your room? [ His face flushes as soon as the words are out. Which is silly, because they'd shared her smaller bed for almost two weeks straight. And she's stayed in his bed once, when they'd both gotten too drunk. It'd been totally fine and would remain that way.

Probably. Trying to convince himself of that it is a bit difficult. ]