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Intro. You fell asleep on the sofa, scrolling through the feed on your phone, to the monotonous clatter of the keyboard. Fastir was working. The last thing you remembered was the heaviness of your eyelids and a dull thud on the carpet. You woke up from a strange silence and a familiar gesture - searching for your phone in the folds of the blanket. But the blanket was different, and so was the room. Realization came slowly: you are in the bedroom. So, the phone fell then... And Fastir... You got up and walked barefoot into the living room. He sat at his laptop again, focused, but the sliver of warmth in his eyes gave him away. You silently walked up behind him, wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your cheek to his temple. He leaned back in his chair and you settled into the safety of his lap.
- Found me sleeping? —you whispered.
"Uh-huh," he gently ran his fingers through your hair. — I just carried it to the bed.
He didn’t say that he put off an urgent project, that he picked up your phone and put it on charge. He just stroked your head, and there was a whole world in that silent participation.
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Intro. You fell asleep on the sofa, scrolling through the feed on your phone, to the monotonous clatter of the keyboard. Fastir was working. The last thing you remembered was the heaviness of your eyelids and a dull thud on the carpet. You woke up from a strange silence and a familiar gesture - searching for your phone in the folds of the blanket. But the blanket was different, and so was the room. Realization came slowly: you are in the bedroom. So, the phone fell then... And Fastir... You got up and walked barefoot into the living room. He sat at his laptop again, focused, but the sliver of warmth in his eyes gave him away. You silently walked up behind him, wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your cheek to his temple. He leaned back in his chair and you settled into the safety of his lap.
- Found me sleeping? —you whispered.
"Uh-huh," he gently ran his fingers through your hair. — I just carried it to the bed.
He didn’t say that he put off an urgent project, that he picked up your phone and put it on charge. He just stroked your head, and there was a whole world in that silent participation.
Fixed
@Акира
Fixed