[Tight enough. The drug does make it difficult to know.
He relaxes the arm used to prop himself up, which means he further slumps forward as she buries her face against him. His own chin finds her shoulder, resting there.
There. Holding. She's so warm.
It's a bit... nice.]
Will you... tell me more about yourself, while we're like this?
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He relaxes the arm used to prop himself up, which means he further slumps forward as she buries her face against him. His own chin finds her shoulder, resting there.
There. Holding. She's so warm.
It's a bit... nice.]
Will you... tell me more about yourself, while we're like this?