[While his siblings would be subjected to Alexander draping over them like an overly clingy cat, Scott is spared from this fate. For now. Instead, he tries his best to stay at the edge of the bed without completely falling off. Tired eyes staring down at the sheets underneath, to avoid any awkward eye contact that might happen while they're trying to settle into bed.
Truly, he thinks nothing of his question. He's so tired that it doesn't properly form in his head that Scott might not have a sibling at all, or that he might not get along with them. So, for that short moment, he does assume that Scott fell asleep.
In fact, he feels his eyes start to close just enough to linger into slumber, before they flutter open again and stares at his companion with a raised eyebrow. Quietly noting something... Off about that answer. He can't quite put his finger on it, but Scott will notice that he's scooting just a bit closer. A lame attempt to comfort him in silence, even if he doesn't know what to make of it.]
... I see.
[It feels right not to ask any further. It's been a long night, and the last thing he wants to do is to exhaust his friend.]
We can save this conversation for another time, I suppose. We should probably get some sleep... Especially if you want me to get out of your hair in the morning.
[If he notices how his friend draws closer to him... he definitely doesn't react upon it. There's just that simple, almost silent acceptance, even if a part of him wants to draw away from letting that glimpse of vulnerability prop up.
But Alexander doesn't push.]
Sleep would do us both good.
[He's thankful for the reprieve. Talking about his own feelings to another person is still a difficult thing for him, at least when it's not someone by the name of 'Jean Grey.' Keeping it in, trying to hold steady, that is far more familiar to him. Maybe he'll open up at some point, but not right now and especially since he is actually a bit tired. They both need rest.]
But you can sleep in, that's fine. I'll allow it this time.
[While he feels a bit bad that he's taken up most of Scott's night with his own mental health issues, he keeps a mental but silent note in the back of his mind to give the same grace and kindness that Scott has given him. Well aware that the leader might have a lot of baggage of his own that he may want, or need to talk about in the future.
He doesn't press it though. Even if he wants to help.]
Now you're really starting to sound like Camille. But fine, do not be surprised if I'm draping on you and you are unable to move. My husband has told me that I'm dead weight when I'm sleeping.
[Very cat like indeed, but he presses a bit closer to where their bodies are touching. The warmth of another, trusted body enough to make his mind slip into a peaceful sleep that he hasn't experienced since coming here.]
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Truly, he thinks nothing of his question. He's so tired that it doesn't properly form in his head that Scott might not have a sibling at all, or that he might not get along with them. So, for that short moment, he does assume that Scott fell asleep.
In fact, he feels his eyes start to close just enough to linger into slumber, before they flutter open again and stares at his companion with a raised eyebrow. Quietly noting something... Off about that answer. He can't quite put his finger on it, but Scott will notice that he's scooting just a bit closer. A lame attempt to comfort him in silence, even if he doesn't know what to make of it.]
... I see.
[It feels right not to ask any further. It's been a long night, and the last thing he wants to do is to exhaust his friend.]
We can save this conversation for another time, I suppose. We should probably get some sleep... Especially if you want me to get out of your hair in the morning.
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But Alexander doesn't push.]
Sleep would do us both good.
[He's thankful for the reprieve. Talking about his own feelings to another person is still a difficult thing for him, at least when it's not someone by the name of 'Jean Grey.' Keeping it in, trying to hold steady, that is far more familiar to him. Maybe he'll open up at some point, but not right now and especially since he is actually a bit tired. They both need rest.]
But you can sleep in, that's fine. I'll allow it this time.
[A small smile, teasing once more.]
🎀
He doesn't press it though. Even if he wants to help.]
Now you're really starting to sound like Camille. But fine, do not be surprised if I'm draping on you and you are unable to move. My husband has told me that I'm dead weight when I'm sleeping.
[Very cat like indeed, but he presses a bit closer to where their bodies are touching. The warmth of another, trusted body enough to make his mind slip into a peaceful sleep that he hasn't experienced since coming here.]