[ He sees that eyebrow arch, Clive. But he says nothing, because the lean is... It's something precious. Dion clearly feels comfortable, and he isn't about to call the man on it. But all the same, due to it being so early in the morning and sleep still vaguely clinging to his mind, he finds it incredibly difficult to keep himself from matching the lean.
He manages, but only just.
As Clive touches the scar on his chest, however, Joshua glances away. It is still difficult to look at, knowing that his body caused the wound. If only he could heal a scar away... ]
We are not bound by the will of another. Only our own. There are no schedules, no orders to follow, no protocols or responsibilities but the ones we choose. We could stay in bed and sleep all day, should we decide to do so, with no repercussions.
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[ He sees that eyebrow arch, Clive. But he says nothing, because the lean is... It's something precious. Dion clearly feels comfortable, and he isn't about to call the man on it. But all the same, due to it being so early in the morning and sleep still vaguely clinging to his mind, he finds it incredibly difficult to keep himself from matching the lean.
He manages, but only just.
As Clive touches the scar on his chest, however, Joshua glances away. It is still difficult to look at, knowing that his body caused the wound. If only he could heal a scar away... ]
We are not bound by the will of another. Only our own. There are no schedules, no orders to follow, no protocols or responsibilities but the ones we choose. We could stay in bed and sleep all day, should we decide to do so, with no repercussions.