[Unfortunately, for how determined Kit was to think about everything besides his and Vincent's current position, he'd failed to conceive a plan that would actually allow him to untangle himself from the other boy's limbs and tightly locked arms. In a sense, he'd walked willingly into this snare and while thrashing might free him, it would also bring the hunter down on him.
He was too tired for any of that, his thoughts leaving him dizzy as they bounced from the warmth feeding into his chest from Vincent's body to the questions he ought to ask Reimi when he saw her next. From the research he still had to do on some of the things he'd seen or the names he'd heard in those visions, to the soothing sound of Vincent's breathing as it reached his ears...
...a sound which lulled him to sleep before even he was aware.
When he awoke next it was dark out, a cool breeze blowing in through the open window. He couldn't see his clock from the angle he was at, but by the quiet of the neighboring dorms and the campus outside, he expected it was late. More importantly, between the fresh air and hours of proper sleep, he was sober. A fact that made the way his limbs were tangled so intricately with Vincent's all the more alarming and inevitably triggered a short sequence of events.
A sharp shove, meant to push Vincent away from him. Which instead resulted in sending him backwards over the edge of the bed. And for the grip Vincent had kept on him while they had slept, bringing the other boy with him and down on top.]
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He was too tired for any of that, his thoughts leaving him dizzy as they bounced from the warmth feeding into his chest from Vincent's body to the questions he ought to ask Reimi when he saw her next. From the research he still had to do on some of the things he'd seen or the names he'd heard in those visions, to the soothing sound of Vincent's breathing as it reached his ears...
...a sound which lulled him to sleep before even he was aware.
When he awoke next it was dark out, a cool breeze blowing in through the open window. He couldn't see his clock from the angle he was at, but by the quiet of the neighboring dorms and the campus outside, he expected it was late. More importantly, between the fresh air and hours of proper sleep, he was sober. A fact that made the way his limbs were tangled so intricately with Vincent's all the more alarming and inevitably triggered a short sequence of events.
A sharp shove, meant to push Vincent away from him. Which instead resulted in sending him backwards over the edge of the bed. And for the grip Vincent had kept on him while they had slept, bringing the other boy with him and down on top.]