Broken Boulder and i'll be your fever

delight is falling back asleep by the time his partner begins to shift, and hears his words through a sleepy haze. "y'make it weird, sayin' that," he grumbles, reluctantly lifting his head to look at alarian as he yawns. slightly more awake (but only slightly), he adds, "i never thought i'd end up with someone who overthinks worse than me, you know." a smirk curls his mouth, softened by the vestiges of drowsiness, "gotta curb that bad habit..." delight leans closer, placing a delicate nip against alarian's cheek to punctuate the thought.