[ He likes watching the two of them. But saying that might invite teasing that would wake him up more, so he just smiles and runs his fingers through her hair, closing his eyes.
He can't compel a dream, of course. But he can try to steer his thoughts in that direction. Remembering the warmth of their childhood, mock-duels with sticks, splitting whatever precious treats they happened to get their hands on. Warm, comfortable thoughts that make his breathing slow and even as they drift back asleep. ]
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[ He likes watching the two of them. But saying that might invite teasing that would wake him up more, so he just smiles and runs his fingers through her hair, closing his eyes.
He can't compel a dream, of course. But he can try to steer his thoughts in that direction. Remembering the warmth of their childhood, mock-duels with sticks, splitting whatever precious treats they happened to get their hands on. Warm, comfortable thoughts that make his breathing slow and even as they drift back asleep. ]