[Part of him is ready to insist that he's not going to sleep, it's his birthday, he's not even remotely tired— but the hand in his hair could sway him. Maybe it is time to get some rest.]
I have no idea what time it is.
[Immaterial. He shuts his eyes anyway, leaning into Charles' touch without really thinking about that either. If he thinks about it he'll ask Charles to keep doing it, and even after everything else, that feels way too... vulnerable, perhaps. Too open about wanting that simple affection, when it's much easier to just have that simple affection happen incidentally.
He's too drunk to question his own flimsy logic, so he won't! Easy. Problem solved.]
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I have no idea what time it is.
[Immaterial. He shuts his eyes anyway, leaning into Charles' touch without really thinking about that either. If he thinks about it he'll ask Charles to keep doing it, and even after everything else, that feels way too... vulnerable, perhaps. Too open about wanting that simple affection, when it's much easier to just have that simple affection happen incidentally.
He's too drunk to question his own flimsy logic, so he won't! Easy. Problem solved.]
I guess I could sleep.