[The trouble with sitting was how tired Kit was himself. And with Vincent snuggling against him, somehow appearing innocent in his sleep, the temptation to close his eyes for just a moment, or maybe two, was very strong. Such that the mere thought prompted his eyelids to feel heavy and, before Kit even knew it, his weight was sagging atop Vincent, the room slowly growing dark around him.
A minute. Or maybe five minutes like this. That was all he needed...]
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A minute. Or maybe five minutes like this. That was all he needed...]