Bitterroot Valley sundowning

mmphf — ezra manages — more noncommittal noise than an actual response. he gave a small shake of his head when he comes back to terms with being awake.

a yawn and a sheepish blink follow.

uh...., sure, replies ezra, apology hanging unsaid but upon the soft expression of his golden gaze. ezra. he offers, tucking the name 'twitch' away before turning his gaze to face the other man as twitch did.