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He nodded slowly, resting. It didn't take long to fall asleep.
"Hmph.. Just go to sleep. Weirdo."
"Mm.. What about you?"
He scrunched his nose in distaste. "I don't like that."
He went quiet, closing his eyes as he relaxed.
"Senile?! Hardly! I'm still young and spry.. Just like you."
He relaxed, sighing heavily in relief. "This is nice.."
"Hm. Maybe for you."
He pursed his lips before letting go. "Fine."
"Hm.. Well, now you know that I'm the elder here."
He looked up at her before pulling her into his arms. "Time to sleep?"
He looked over with a slightly raised eyebrow. "How much younger?"
Warner got into bed again, stretching out on his stomach.
He looked curious. "Huh. Why do you ask?"
(Zoop?)
He looked back at her. "24. What about you?"
"I hope so," he teased.
He turned away from the flickering fire, which had grown small but was still warm.
He looked back at her with a tilted head.
"Sure," he said, taking out the other sleeping mat and giving it to her.
