[Once he's arranged the blanket over them, his hand awkwardly hovers between them. There's a weird inclination to..hug him? Just let it fall over his ribs and rest there. He does not give into temptation, however, and rests it somewhere between Lance's shoulder blades and his chest.
There's no help for the breath at his nape, though. He's left staring awkwardly at the back of Lance's head, unable to even truly consider sleeping after the...the rush of whatever this is that he's still enduring.
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There's no help for the breath at his nape, though. He's left staring awkwardly at the back of Lance's head, unable to even truly consider sleeping after the...the rush of whatever this is that he's still enduring.
He lasts about twenty seconds.]
Lance.