[ Sleepy lavender eyes open at the movement, regarding him blankly, as if he's not quite out of a dream yet. It's bleary, not as sharp as when he's fully awake, and a tinge of recognition flickers in his gaze.
It's been a long while, he supposes, since he hasn't quite counted on falling asleep that quickly, and he reaches out, index and middle finger brushing over the mask, where his lips would be, and a little above. It's something he probably won't remember saying, later. ]
They dared me to steal this from you, before. The kids.
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It's been a long while, he supposes, since he hasn't quite counted on falling asleep that quickly, and he reaches out, index and middle finger brushing over the mask, where his lips would be, and a little above. It's something he probably won't remember saying, later. ]
They dared me to steal this from you, before. The kids.