[ It's been awhile since he'd last shared a bed with the intent to sleep. Passed out with? Sure. Actually meaning to sleep? Not so much. But it's Carolina. He knows the pattern of her breath, the scent of her hair- gun oil and ozone and warmth. It's almost easy to unwind enough to sleep, to turn to shelter her and drape his arm around her while they slept. Waking happens slow and as much as he probably wants to start breakfast...
This is nice. Dozing with her curled against him, no immanent threat. No mission. Just. Warmth and an idle dozing. ]
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This is nice. Dozing with her curled against him, no immanent threat. No mission. Just. Warmth and an idle dozing. ]