[Somehow, it is much easier to settle without Lance staring right at him. His hand drops, his legs aren't so taught against himself. He can breathe again.]
I would, if you weren't taking up the whole tent.
[It's a murmured echo as he shifts close -- a natural act without much thought input, and drops onto his side, stretching and bending his knees against the back of Lance's. His hand fumbles around blindly for the blanket because, while he's warm and in a tizzy, that...probably won't last the entire night.
That, and it's weird just spooning like this with no blanket.]
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I would, if you weren't taking up the whole tent.
[It's a murmured echo as he shifts close -- a natural act without much thought input, and drops onto his side, stretching and bending his knees against the back of Lance's. His hand fumbles around blindly for the blanket because, while he's warm and in a tizzy, that...probably won't last the entire night.
That, and it's weird just spooning like this with no blanket.]