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"I know, I know," she said, waving him off. "And I really appreciate it, you know I do. But it isn't your job to clean up my home."
She squinted blearily up at him, shifting tiredly. "You drank a lot last night," she said, gesturing to the glass on the bedside table. "And you...
"Yes, of course it is," she said with a frown. "This isn't your responsibility."
Her head slipped down, resting on the bed once more. However, the action stirred her from her sleep and she turned slightly, her eyes fluttering...
Gwen followed him, protesting. "Adonis, please don't clean my house. You realize how bonkers that is, right?"
Her face was surprisingly peaceful in sleep, more peaceful than he would have seen in since she arrived. Her lips were ever so slightly parted and...
"You're not saying anything!" she said with mock exasperation. "You're just sticking your tongue out!"
She stirred slightly in her sleep, her fingers curling in his shirt as she turned her face into his chest, relaxing.
She pursed her lips before tossing the neatly folded blanket at his face.
The next morning, Anya was still asleep, her head resting on Basel's chest easily.
She huffed, shrugging off the blanket and beginning to fold it systematically. "You're a guest here."
(Zoop?)
"No, no," she said, waving him off as she picked up the empty mugs. "I got it. You just sat down. Drink your tea."
He gave her a small wave before leaving, closing the door behind him
She frowned, looking over him and pulling the blanket over her shoulders. "Astute observation, Adonis."
He laughed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck as he straightened up. "You make a good point. Meer, I'm gonna go take a nap for a while, okay?"
She relaxed, leaning back. "Well, okay then. I should probably clean up a little."
"See, that's pretty long too."
"No, no," she said immediately, shaking her head. "I'm glad you're here. I'd go crazy if I were alone. I just... I don't want you to feel...
"How long has it been?" he asked, stretching his arms.
