Pausing their movements briefly, Lone brought themselves into a sitting position, keeping their side of the blankets up to cover their bare body as they scooted closer to him and reached their hands out towards his head again.
They brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, running their palm over the top of his head and smoothing down any stray strands that stuck out. Lone tentatively reached up a hand, not wanting to wake him, but needing to touch him.
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