Suppressing laughter as she lets out another tiny snore, Curtis touches his lips to her forehead, very lightly, and turns his gaze to the mural above her bed. The stars have definitely changed position. By a lot, he thinks. Maybe.
The bed feels like it's going to swallow him; it's not exactly comfortable when you've spent half your life in hammocks and on rock-hard bunks. He's not here for the accommodations, though. He's content to lounge around until Dejah's awake.
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(And beautiful. But mostly adorable.)
Suppressing laughter as she lets out another tiny snore, Curtis touches his lips to her forehead, very lightly, and turns his gaze to the mural above her bed. The stars have definitely changed position. By a lot, he thinks. Maybe.
The bed feels like it's going to swallow him; it's not exactly comfortable when you've spent half your life in hammocks and on rock-hard bunks. He's not here for the accommodations, though. He's content to lounge around until Dejah's awake.