The doodle hasn't quite dried yet. With care, Alistair stretches just enough to scoot the open notebook onto the nightstand; the quill goes alongside, the ink recapped.
Then he settles his arms over Cullen's with a quiet, contented sigh.
"I'll find a good one," he whispers. "Something properly silly. Not so silly you can't hang it in the kitchen, though."
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The doodle hasn't quite dried yet. With care, Alistair stretches just enough to scoot the open notebook onto the nightstand; the quill goes alongside, the ink recapped.
Then he settles his arms over Cullen's with a quiet, contented sigh.
"I'll find a good one," he whispers. "Something properly silly. Not so silly you can't hang it in the kitchen, though."