The gym, Sunday morning

[gobrookeyourself]

Good morning, slumber party participants! Brooke had not been extremely pleased to be woken up by the text from the people at JGOB demanding she come to the front door and get the food she'd ordered for breakfast, but it was set out and moddable for everyone who'd stayed overnight. And plenty of coffee. Lots and lots and lots of coffee.


[No OCD, but if you wan a wakeup, tah dah!]

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[intraspective]

She leaned over, resting her head on his chest and patted his arm reassuringly. She didn't know what was wrong, but that was alright, she wouldn't go away.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Did she know that he wasn't used to this? People generally left him space. He liked space, he'd done a lot to keep that distance, even with his friends.

And yet, this wasn't all too bad. Maybe even kind of nice.

[intraspective]

She was bad at space, and wasn't going to move unless he told her to.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

They weren't talking, remember? Besides, he was comfortable again now. She made a good blanket.

[intraspective]

Fine then.

She was just going to yawn and close her eyes.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Fine and his arm was cramping so he was going to stretch it. See? It was just resting against her arm, nothing more.

[intraspective]

She peeked at it, shrugged a little, and closed her eyes again.

Would he wake her in a bit?

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Sure, when she got to heavy. He didn't bother stifling a yawn.

[intraspective]

Okay, then.

She was good with that. She let herself relax against him.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Okay then. He might just nap some more as well. Just for a little while.