She woke to the feeling of something poking her in the cheek. With her eyesight, she didn’t need the light or the moon to see who it was.
“Really? At this hour?” she hissed at him.
His usually cheerful and mischievous face was bored, blankly staring at her with his finger still outstretched near her cheek.
“What is it?” her tone softened slightly as she reached up to wrap her fingers around his hand.
His eyes slid away from her, looking off towards the side.
Her eyes narrowed before softening and she pulled him down beside her. She wrapped her arms around him and waited for him to respond. Slowly, almost as if he were afraid of touching her, he put his arms around her and buried his face in her shoulder. He still didn’t speak.
She didn’t mind. She would wait as long as he needed her to.
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