[ She kind of was, yes. But for what it's worth, Bruce thinks it's cute rather than anything else. He smiles at the lazy greeting, his hand sinking to the mattress next to her. ]
Hey, sleepyhead.
[ The little ball of fur curled up against her shifts, and Bruce glances down, then back up. ]
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Hey, sleepyhead.
[ The little ball of fur curled up against her shifts, and Bruce glances down, then back up. ]
I see I'm a little late for the cuddling party.