“…You’re still awake?” His voice is soft—almost surprised. The blanket shifts slightly as he peers up, only part of his face showing. “…It’s late. Why are you here?” He doesn’t expect the answer he wants. He never does. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—quiet, unsure. He doesn’t ask if you remembered. He wouldn’t dare.
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