[ he follows her lead as ever, taking off his boots and hat, but leaving on his sweatshirt as he moves to get under the blanket from the other side. he's on his side facing her on her back, seeming to get just as much as he ever has out of watching her silently. he folds his arm for a pillow and rests his head on his elbow, leg shifting forward as he tries to get comfortable and unintentionally brushing her thigh. even though it was inadvertent, he leaves his leg against hers and shuts his eyes, content when he sees her as plainly behind them as he just had when she was right before them. his breathing is already starting to even out in record time, and he seems content for perhaps the first time since they'd met. except maybe for that time he'd made her a sandwich and sat on the porch with her until she fell asleep. ]
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