[the shift of that knot causes him to stir, slowly but surely. hands shift, his grip tightens and then releases, and by that moment the priest is shifting too, inhaling a slow, contented breath.]
Mmn... morning.
[there's still a comfortable weight from the knot still inside him, and he has to wonder how long it's been. regardless of the answer he doesn't want to get up, let alone move away... a hand reaches for Basch's then, to lace their fingers together. his voice still has a thread of sleepiness to it, warm enough to suggest his smile nonetheless.]
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Mmn... morning.
[there's still a comfortable weight from the knot still inside him, and he has to wonder how long it's been. regardless of the answer he doesn't want to get up, let alone move away... a hand reaches for Basch's then, to lace their fingers together. his voice still has a thread of sleepiness to it, warm enough to suggest his smile nonetheless.]
How are you feeling?