[ He responds a bit vaguely by the time Matt turns, but since he didn’t see any gray hairs… False alarm. Hopefully. He takes the shirt and unbuttons enough at the top to pull his head through as he heads over to the opposite side of the bed. ]
Oh, yeah? Well, no offense, then— [ He pauses as he pulls the shirt over his head ] But I’ll wait for the good stuff.
[ Which he’ll be deeply grateful for, since it’s the shifting in positions that sucks the most. He grunts again with a tight expression as he lowers himself into the bed, but otherwise sighs once he settles in on his back. Laying on either side would feel like shit, he figures. He tilts his head over to look at Matt and gives a little nod that’s a silent invitation to cuddle up if he wants, but it’s not insistent this time, at least. ]
Well, won’t wake ya when she gets here. You sleep.
[ As before, Matt is careful about sidling up to Tezcatlipoca. He steers well clear of any bruising, and is gentle about the placement of his hands. He ends up curled against Tezca's side, fingers resting lightly on his shoulder. ]
I'll stay up with you, [ he protests, sleepily. ] I don't mind.
[ Though his eyes start drooping closed as soon as his head lowers to the pillow. Must be some kind of classical conditioning. Matt tries to keep himself awake by repeating the phrase in tloque in nahuaque in his mind, as he might a mantra. But memorizing the words renders them less novel, lets them fall into a soothing, expected rhythm. He doesn't last fifteen minutes before succumbing to sleep.
There's a dream waiting for him there. Tezcatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl in a primordial sea, battling the enormous crocodile entity who will one day form the ground. They're mostly battling each other at first, to be fair; but eventually, they agree to work together. Tezcatlipoca agrees to be bait and lets the monster take his leg in her maw, the sacrifice splitting him at the seams. Quetzalcoatl plummets like a meteor. Strikes a killing blow. The seas roil; Tezcatlipoca's leg is gone.
Matt will wake up with tears in his eyes, but that won't be for some hours yet. For now, he sleeps like a rock. ]
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[ He responds a bit vaguely by the time Matt turns, but since he didn’t see any gray hairs… False alarm. Hopefully. He takes the shirt and unbuttons enough at the top to pull his head through as he heads over to the opposite side of the bed. ]
Oh, yeah? Well, no offense, then— [ He pauses as he pulls the shirt over his head ] But I’ll wait for the good stuff.
[ Which he’ll be deeply grateful for, since it’s the shifting in positions that sucks the most. He grunts again with a tight expression as he lowers himself into the bed, but otherwise sighs once he settles in on his back. Laying on either side would feel like shit, he figures. He tilts his head over to look at Matt and gives a little nod that’s a silent invitation to cuddle up if he wants, but it’s not insistent this time, at least. ]
Well, won’t wake ya when she gets here. You sleep.
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I'll stay up with you, [ he protests, sleepily. ] I don't mind.
[ Though his eyes start drooping closed as soon as his head lowers to the pillow. Must be some kind of classical conditioning. Matt tries to keep himself awake by repeating the phrase in tloque in nahuaque in his mind, as he might a mantra. But memorizing the words renders them less novel, lets them fall into a soothing, expected rhythm. He doesn't last fifteen minutes before succumbing to sleep.
There's a dream waiting for him there. Tezcatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl in a primordial sea, battling the enormous crocodile entity who will one day form the ground. They're mostly battling each other at first, to be fair; but eventually, they agree to work together. Tezcatlipoca agrees to be bait and lets the monster take his leg in her maw, the sacrifice splitting him at the seams. Quetzalcoatl plummets like a meteor. Strikes a killing blow. The seas roil; Tezcatlipoca's leg is gone.
Matt will wake up with tears in his eyes, but that won't be for some hours yet. For now, he sleeps like a rock. ]