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[starmark]

[...Oh. You know, ordinarily, he'd probably be affronted at the fact that he'd once had a bed and now it's basically completely covered in muscle and scales and snake coils — and he sort of is, except that it's also completely covered in boyfriend and that gives him pause.

I'm sleeping here, he says, casually. And, okay, it's not like he hasn't slept in close quarters with plenty of people before, it's not like that's weird. But it makes him happy, too, like an echo of the way they'd been laughing before, fading ripples along the surface of a pond.

Having Rohan in his life is so great.]

That's my bed, you know.

[He feigns a moment of exasperation, making sure to avert his eyes in a half-aloof pose before remarking idly: ]

So if you sleep in it, that makes you mine, too.

[But somehow, he doubts Rohan is going to have a problem with that, and the notion makes him smile.]