[ Wakefulness comes slowly, but even when his eyes and body register what type of situation they've subconsciously assumed, Siegfried shows little surprise. Perhaps one could chalk it up to the exhaustion, but truthfully, the closeness and the contact feels... comforting. He has little qualms about leaning into that hand, about reveling in the feel of Percival's fingertips just barely brushing his temple as they comb through his hair.
Part of him wishes he could still pretend to be asleep, because he has a feeling Percival will pull away now. Ah well, it was still a nice way to wake up, despite having to face their terrible circumstances again. He sighs. ]
I'm sorry. I must have been more weary than I thought. I truly didn't think I'd fall asleep...
[ He makes no move to pull away, though, actually reaching up and lightly touching the other's wrist. ]
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Part of him wishes he could still pretend to be asleep, because he has a feeling Percival will pull away now. Ah well, it was still a nice way to wake up, despite having to face their terrible circumstances again. He sighs. ]
I'm sorry. I must have been more weary than I thought. I truly didn't think I'd fall asleep...
[ He makes no move to pull away, though, actually reaching up and lightly touching the other's wrist. ]