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[stefanged]

"It's Stefan. Leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can."

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[stefanged]

Good. I know I won't mind.

[The rest of their crew might, after a few weeks (or days, depending on how schmoopy they get) - but in this moment, he feels like he could hear this all day every day.]

You know I love you just as much.

[delincuente]

I do now, you dork.

[It will probably take the rest of the Paisley crew about thirty minutes to get entirely sick of this behavior. But Alex can't make herself care right now. She hasn't actually been happy in a ridiculously long time, and it's intoxicating - enough so, in fact, that she finds herself starting to drift off to the feeling of a dopey smile still on her face. She catches herself after a moment though, and stifles a yawn.]

Okay, we can make gross moon eyes at each other some more tomorrow. I need to get some sleep before I start to, like, drool on your shoulder.

[stefanged]

Sure.

[Gently, so as not to disturb her, he kisses her forehead again and scoots closer to the edge so he can get up. They've only just established their relationship; he can't exactly ask to stay with her, no matter how much he wants to curl up at her side.

Just before he leaves, he murmurs something under his breath in Arabic, and pulls up the collar of her shirt so he can blow in it once, twice, and then again. It's such an unconscious action that his cheeks don't even turn red as he pulls back.]

That should protect you until morning. Sleep well.

[delincuente]

[She smiles up at him, letting go of his hand as slowly as possible as he leavers her side.]

You too.

[They've already visited each other's dreams, so she knows she won't see him until morning. But somehow that's alright - they've shared enough this evening, and she doesn't want to pry any further. She wants to give him a few hours to himself, to make sure he's comfortable.]