[She hardly needs to plea, or demand for that matter, to get that. The weak joke she punctuates it with, though, keeps him from getting too twisted up about it. He manages a little smile in return.]
Snoring. [Like he's going to argue, but he can't argue. He rolls his eyes.] I'm just shivering from your feet.
[It's the farthest thing from a protest. He gives her hand a little tug, tentative, inviting her to lean against him without quite presuming to pull her close.]
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Snoring. [Like he's going to argue, but he can't argue. He rolls his eyes.] I'm just shivering from your feet.
[It's the farthest thing from a protest. He gives her hand a little tug, tentative, inviting her to lean against him without quite presuming to pull her close.]