[ he can't remember the last time someone showed him that kind of simple affection. no, that's not true, he can. when alek was younger, his hair was unruly, a mop of curls his mother would gently push out of his forehead, so that she could kiss him goodnight.
every night.
alek's sleep this evening is light. at the stirring, he starts to stretch in place, and pushes open one sleepy eye. ]
Hey. [ smile equally sleepy, he finally straightens himself into a seated position, rubbing the side of his face. ] How long was I out?
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every night.
alek's sleep this evening is light. at the stirring, he starts to stretch in place, and pushes open one sleepy eye. ]
Hey. [ smile equally sleepy, he finally straightens himself into a seated position, rubbing the side of his face. ] How long was I out?