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[pancakeboy]

[Text him! Or do whatever, I'm not the police, and neither is he, thank God. Just specify if you want the more-fun-but-less-stable pre-11/20 guy or the grumpy third semester/postcanon guy. Pancake only for VRDR guys please, he's not third semester yet]

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[pancakeboy]

But he folds his hand over the pillow, wide-eyed in the eerie yellow half-light. "Force of habit."

[fogbornphantom]

"Well, I know we haven't gotten to know each other nearly as well." It makes sense that he'd fall into old habits. "But I meant what I said, and I know that feeling better isn't as simple as exchanging a few inspiring words and flipping a switch."

[pancakeboy]

Instead of talking any more, Magpie reaches over the space between them, for the Shadow's hand.

[fogbornphantom]

And of course Crow's Shadow accepts it, easily surrendering his hand. "Tired of talking?" They probably are due for some rest.

[pancakeboy]

"You could say that. Turn the lights out, so we can get some sleep." That is, close your eyes, Hiro.

[fogbornphantom]

"All right." With a whisper of a chuckle, he shuts his eyes. "Goodnight, Magpie."

[pancakeboy]

But Magpie's hand is oddly gentle on the Shadow's, and his voice is strangely soft. Perhaps he'll even sleep. "Goodnight."

[fogbornphantom]

For Magpie, that's more than enough. Crow's Shadow knows him well enough to know that even subtle softness is a big step for him.

So he drifts off with ease, finally settling after such an arduous day. With luck, tomorrow won't be so bad.

[pancakeboy]

And, as Magpie is finally drifting off, a voice sounds somewhere he can't hear. Magician, rank one. We're going to need a bigger book....