[Nyx's response causes a tired, but content smile to cross Regis' face. Already, there is a particularly persistent part of his mind that is attempting to slip back into the 'whys' and 'what ifs' of this whole thing, something Regis is nowhere near ready to get back to, so with all the practice he's had at locking away certain thoughts, he locks those away now. If he must linger on all those little worries more, then he will do it later when he is not so warm and content under Nyx's body.]
You owe me a new chair now, you realize. [There's mischief in the half-lidded look Regis turns at Nyx then.]
There is no way I'm going to be able to nap in this one anymore.
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You owe me a new chair now, you realize.
[There's mischief in the half-lidded look Regis turns at Nyx then.]
There is no way I'm going to be able to nap in this one anymore.