[ Trahearne doesn't even blink as Kaspar undresses--if he doesn't mind, then neither does he. Though he doesn't usually sleep under the covers (or shed his leaves to sleep), he obliges tonight, scooting towards the far end to make room for his housemate.
It's not long before his own arms tangle around the other. He realizes quite quickly that the warm comfort of company is going to send him to slumber before he knows it.
Not before he shifts forward to kiss Kaspar on the forehead first, though. ]
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It's not long before his own arms tangle around the other. He realizes quite quickly that the warm comfort of company is going to send him to slumber before he knows it.
Not before he shifts forward to kiss Kaspar on the forehead first, though. ]
Goodnight, Kaspar.