[ Sam huffs a soft laugh, part at the question, part out of relief when Shiro stops hesitating and gets in next to him. He presses in close, sliding an arm around Shiro and reaching up to brush his fingers gently through Shiro's hair. ]
I'll kick you in the shins, don't worry.
[ But he's teasing, and his eyes slide shut as he settles down into the warmth of shared body heat. ]
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I'll kick you in the shins, don't worry.
[ But he's teasing, and his eyes slide shut as he settles down into the warmth of shared body heat. ]
( Go to sleep, sweetheart, I got you. )