[Blade isn't expecting... a lot of this. The embrace, or how familiar it feels, or how easily he feels himself slipping into slumber. Dan Heng carding his fingers through his hair and rubbing his ears is what does him in.]
I believe you.
... I trust you.
[Just laying here would have been fine, but he relaxes bit by bit, every breath slower and deeper, until he's stretched out along the couch (still clinging, naturally). Every stroke bids him to come undone. Eventually the wagging of his tail slows, and he finally falls asleep.
They can deal with their troubles after the sun rises.]
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I believe you.
... I trust you.
[Just laying here would have been fine, but he relaxes bit by bit, every breath slower and deeper, until he's stretched out along the couch (still clinging, naturally). Every stroke bids him to come undone. Eventually the wagging of his tail slows, and he finally falls asleep.
They can deal with their troubles after the sun rises.]