Unfortunately, the mood takes its sweet time in passing.
Alistair rolls onto his back, scrubs at his face with both hands, and lets his arms flop to either side. A few minutes later he yanks at the blankets and sets to work burrowing underneath.
...Yes, he decides after a moment, he's going to burrow all the way underneath.
Whenever Cullen returns, there will be a suspiciously Alistair-shaped lump under the blankets, plus one pillow missing from the headboard. (Might as well drag a pillow into his makeshift cave while he's at it, right?)
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Alistair rolls onto his back, scrubs at his face with both hands, and lets his arms flop to either side. A few minutes later he yanks at the blankets and sets to work burrowing underneath.
...Yes, he decides after a moment, he's going to burrow all the way underneath.
Whenever Cullen returns, there will be a suspiciously Alistair-shaped lump under the blankets, plus one pillow missing from the headboard. (Might as well drag a pillow into his makeshift cave while he's at it, right?)