As always, he's grateful that Ned is so willing to stay close, isn't bothered by how excessively cuddly he can be. Other people might be bothered, he thinks, by the way he clings, but he's never had the opportunity to find out. But here Ned is, pressing close, brushing his hair out of his face, and he's calling him beautiful. He doesn't normally think of himself as a lucky person, but at the moment, he feels pretty damn lucky.
He can still barely speak, but he smiles a little at Ned's comment, kissing him softly before responding. "I'll always be amazed at hearing that from someone like you," he half-mumbles, his eyes sliding shut for a moment despite his best efforts to keep them open.
"If I stay right here, I'm gonna fall asleep," he says, an attempting at a warning to Ned that, if he wants him to get up, he'll have to make him get up right away. He doesn't feel inclined to get himself up, though, not when he's feeling so sleepy and so comfortable, running one hand down Ned's arm.
"'s that such a bad thing?" Ned asks. Every muscle in his body feels warm and relaxed, and his thoughts are pleasantly blurred around the edges. Sure, it might be the middle of the afternoon, but why should that stop them? "...can take a nap and then do it again," he suggests, his inhibitions still delightfully absent.
He touches the tips of their noses together, a lazy, wide smile plastered all over his face, drapes himself around Ginsberg and lets out a contented sigh. He is, for that moment, deliriously, perfectly happy. He can't think of a single thing he could want that he doesn't have, right then.
He's pretty much mumbling now, but it gets the point across well enough. He scoots as close to Ned as he possibly can, his breathing slow and steady, liking that he can feel Ned's heartbeat, and finally lets his eyes drift closed. He's not intending to fall asleep as quickly as he does, but within several minutes, he's slipping off into a relaxed, contented sleep, snoring just a little, completely lost to the world.
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He can still barely speak, but he smiles a little at Ned's comment, kissing him softly before responding. "I'll always be amazed at hearing that from someone like you," he half-mumbles, his eyes sliding shut for a moment despite his best efforts to keep them open.
"If I stay right here, I'm gonna fall asleep," he says, an attempting at a warning to Ned that, if he wants him to get up, he'll have to make him get up right away. He doesn't feel inclined to get himself up, though, not when he's feeling so sleepy and so comfortable, running one hand down Ned's arm.
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He touches the tips of their noses together, a lazy, wide smile plastered all over his face, drapes himself around Ginsberg and lets out a contented sigh. He is, for that moment, deliriously, perfectly happy. He can't think of a single thing he could want that he doesn't have, right then.
Shall we call this a wrap, then~
He's pretty much mumbling now, but it gets the point across well enough. He scoots as close to Ned as he possibly can, his breathing slow and steady, liking that he can feel Ned's heartbeat, and finally lets his eyes drift closed. He's not intending to fall asleep as quickly as he does, but within several minutes, he's slipping off into a relaxed, contented sleep, snoring just a little, completely lost to the world.