[He was by now used to the feel of Rumlow's fingers in his hair and he sighed in response to the familiar touch. He shifted closer, pressing himself into his commander's presence and body. His head felt full of cobwebs and the dreams still tugged at his mind with confusing jumbled images.
The house was somewhere that he found there had to be a respect for privacy. Sort of. He hid most often if he had the urge to check in on his roommates, but he was pleased by the lack of distance between where they all slept for the first time.]
I should stay in my room, but it was disconcerting and I was lonely.
[He tucked in closer, pressing his body in and burying his face into Rumlow's neck since it had been offered already. He breathed in the familiar scent and the rough stubble against his cheek. Things felt like they were falling back into a sense of order.]
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The house was somewhere that he found there had to be a respect for privacy. Sort of. He hid most often if he had the urge to check in on his roommates, but he was pleased by the lack of distance between where they all slept for the first time.]
I should stay in my room, but it was disconcerting and I was lonely.
[He tucked in closer, pressing his body in and burying his face into Rumlow's neck since it had been offered already. He breathed in the familiar scent and the rough stubble against his cheek. Things felt like they were falling back into a sense of order.]
Do you remember what you dream?