[He doesn't respond for a while. The sky is turning brighter and his eyes have closed a little too long, leaving him half slumped over in his blanket cocoon when he stirs.
He was...perhaps a little too sore still to have fallen asleep on the floor, but it was far too late for anything more than regrets as he gets back to his feet and folds the blanket back up. He needs to...do something. Jacob won't appreciate the effort, but he starts on making breakfast.
It's part way into that Chris finally notices the message and responds.]
The thought is appreciated for both.
[He maybe needs a little crowding, but with a touch of rest, he buries the urge to be vulnerable again. There's been enough of that. Besides, eventually he'd hit his limit on the attention and 'crowding' and then he'd make people feel bad by telling them to back off again.]
Might need to ask her for more of that stuff. She taught me the recipe, but it's always better from the source.
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He was...perhaps a little too sore still to have fallen asleep on the floor, but it was far too late for anything more than regrets as he gets back to his feet and folds the blanket back up. He needs to...do something. Jacob won't appreciate the effort, but he starts on making breakfast.
It's part way into that Chris finally notices the message and responds.]
The thought is appreciated for both.
[He maybe needs a little crowding, but with a touch of rest, he buries the urge to be vulnerable again. There's been enough of that. Besides, eventually he'd hit his limit on the attention and 'crowding' and then he'd make people feel bad by telling them to back off again.]
Might need to ask her for more of that stuff. She taught me the recipe, but it's always better from the source.