[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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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.]