O-oh. [ a quick glance at the bed to make sure minerva is still asleep before he just scoots closer until he's right next to gerome, touching him. ] You know, you don't need to find reasons.
I know. And I wouldn't trip if I wanted your attention. [the latter point warrants saying. for emphasis, he slides his hand over and reaches for owain's—only to grab his thigh instead ]
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[ ... pat ] —leg. Er.
[ looking down at his hand which is unmistakably on owain's thigh. hm, that's. hm. ] I... did not.
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[ puts his hand on top of it ]
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[ hm. no. ] Dealing with this. [ nope. ] The... tripping. And—bumping? Falling.
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I won't be long.
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instead he just lightly brushes their foreheads together. ]
Alright.
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