[He rumbles a mock-offended sound, but he sure is soaking up her cuddling.]
[He's quiet a minute, almost too long to still be amicable without the assumption he's fallen asleep, but then hums, angling his head to look up at her through his mess of black curls.] ...I do, Sumire. I'd trust you guys with my life and thensome. [Just not the burdens of his feelings when they aren't relevant. Which to him, they never really are.]
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[He's quiet a minute, almost too long to still be amicable without the assumption he's fallen asleep, but then hums, angling his head to look up at her through his mess of black curls.] ...I do, Sumire. I'd trust you guys with my life and thensome. [Just not the burdens of his feelings when they aren't relevant. Which to him, they never really are.]