[She makes a soft, tired whining noise when he rolls away, and almost instinctively she follows him. She hasn't quite noticed that he's wiping at his face or anything, too busy with finding the best way to arrange herself against his side and settling right back in. The fog of sleep has made Pidge cuddlier than she normally is - or maybe it's just the way she's been with him since he woke up from his coma - so she doesn't even hesitate.]
Mm. [She settles with a sigh, face pressed to the side of his neck and a hand clutching loosely at his sleep shirt. All is quiet for a moment, but then she murmurs, very softly against his skin:]
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Mm. [She settles with a sigh, face pressed to the side of his neck and a hand clutching loosely at his sleep shirt. All is quiet for a moment, but then she murmurs, very softly against his skin:]
You sleep too.