[He likes that hum of hers. It tells him he's done well, that she's happy and, even more than his own release, that's all he'd really wanted. Having that assurance - the last of his concern can fade away and he hums back, low and long at her fingers in his hair. As relaxed as he is, her fingers in his hair is going to be enough to make him drift off right there. Which - would be all right. They've got a few hours left at least. And her fingers do feel so good...]
Hm? [His mind isn't up to quick snaps of awareness and it takes him a moment - before he chuckles into her hair, not even opening his eyes.] Somehow it seems wrong to say that grandmother would be proud of me.
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Hm? [His mind isn't up to quick snaps of awareness and it takes him a moment - before he chuckles into her hair, not even opening his eyes.] Somehow it seems wrong to say that grandmother would be proud of me.