[He protests, in direct contradiction of his forelorness only moments ago. He blows a strand of lank hair out of his eyes, not quite a huff or a laugh, but a particular teen amalgam of both.]
You're cute when you sleep. [He's a little pleased with himself for the correct deployment of the endearment.] And you're not making fun of me.
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[He protests, in direct contradiction of his forelorness only moments ago. He blows a strand of lank hair out of his eyes, not quite a huff or a laugh, but a particular teen amalgam of both.]
You're cute when you sleep. [He's a little pleased with himself for the correct deployment of the endearment.] And you're not making fun of me.