Anne has no way of knowing, of course, that Murphy isn't talking to her. Or that he isn't really awake. He does shift to put his arms around her, and it feels good. Not that they don't go to sleep together like this every night, but he's been a little... absent. Not in body, but all this sleeping he's been doing has seriously diminished the waking time they've spent together. So it's good to hear, really. And she just scoots a bit closer.
"I've missed you too," she mutters softly into the warmth of his neck. Shifting a bit, she kisses him there, and the lack of reaction is all she needs to realize he's still asleep.
He seems so peaceful. He looks so content. But sleeping twelve hours a night is not normal for him, nor does it seem like he should be doing, in any case. She's worried. And so she puts aside her misgivings about waking him up and shifts to gently shake him by the shoulder.
"Murphy," she says, slightly less quietly. He's been sleeping all this time, after all. It's not like he'll still be tired when she wakes him. "Wake up."
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"I've missed you too," she mutters softly into the warmth of his neck. Shifting a bit, she kisses him there, and the lack of reaction is all she needs to realize he's still asleep.
He seems so peaceful. He looks so content. But sleeping twelve hours a night is not normal for him, nor does it seem like he should be doing, in any case. She's worried. And so she puts aside her misgivings about waking him up and shifts to gently shake him by the shoulder.
"Murphy," she says, slightly less quietly. He's been sleeping all this time, after all. It's not like he'll still be tired when she wakes him. "Wake up."