He hesitated. Then he shook his head. "Thanks for offering. May take you up on it tomorrow. I think this'll be simpler, to start." He smiled more ruefully. "Anyway. You might regret it. Sometimes I move around, or talk, in my sleep."
(Or… y'know… cry… or scream…)
He wasn't worried about spilling anything too sensitive in his sleep—never that coherent—but it was where he had the least control, and he wasn't sure he was ready for that.
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Date: 2019-06-14 06:18 am (UTC)(Or… y'know… cry… or scream…)
He wasn't worried about spilling anything too sensitive in his sleep—never that coherent—but it was where he had the least control, and he wasn't sure he was ready for that.
(Not least… in case he dreamed about her.)