Tate nods gently, agreeing to stay - he's already this comfortable, there's no sense peeling away again. He might actually fall the rest of the way asleep now. It's always been easier for him when he's near someone. Easier to see what's reality and what's not. He looks at the photo one last time before settling down, sliding it under the pillow for safe keeping.
"Wake me up if the monster under the bed crawls out or whatever," he says offhand, settling down to rest his chin against Kavinsky's shoulder. "But good night. Morning. Whatever the fuck it is; I'm tired."
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"Wake me up if the monster under the bed crawls out or whatever," he says offhand, settling down to rest his chin against Kavinsky's shoulder. "But good night. Morning. Whatever the fuck it is; I'm tired."