falls asleep against his shoulder :' ) // MAYBE THEY'RE ON A TRAIN OR SOMETHING I DUNNO ??

    ❝ You gotta be shitting me here... ❞

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ WOOLGATHERING WITH divine tranquility; a slumbering countenance of Lyon’s was scrutinized. Bewildered as to how &&. why he’d slither himself into a highly VULNERABLE state, Gray expelled an inadequate sigh. Even so, contradicting his bafflement – his muscles suddenly catalyzed a cease, easing into comfort ( as he presently harbored no candid intentions to move elsewhere anytime soon ).

    Gray watched in a still observation as Lyon’s brows quivered against a dream. He had a fleeting contemplation as to whether or not taking ADVANTAGE of this opportunity is worth doing ( of which successfully induced a certain eagerness; a temptation that awakens such childish antics to ANTAGONIZE &&. PROVOKE ).

    However, it was contentment that kept Gray from deploying anything MISCHIEVOUS. It was the preciousness of moments like this is evident, even to one oblivious to many situations, and one who shall continue to avoid atmospheres which forebear this sort of SENTIMENTAL sensation. Quietly reaching over, a frigid palm met the side of Lyon’s unperturbed face; icy hand planted down firmly to sustain his height, &&. keep him lifted against Gray’s cushioning shoulder.

   ❝ You really let your guard down around me, y’know… ❞

        ❝ At least you don’t still drool—–
                   That was never FUN to wake up to.❞