[He releases the tray and the spoon, flopping onto his bed. He leans back on his elbows, one leg crossed over the other in a careful lounging position cultivated to seem nonchalant even though he's able to spring up at a moment's notice if needed. She's thinking about things and it's obvious, but whatever is going on in her head hasn't had time to fully form yet. He's gotta let it stew a little longer and when she's ready to bring it to him, she will.
Or he'll broach the subject himself because he's probably on the same track as her.]
I don't think so. It's so much more satisfying to scold you when you're awake to snipe back.
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[He releases the tray and the spoon, flopping onto his bed. He leans back on his elbows, one leg crossed over the other in a careful lounging position cultivated to seem nonchalant even though he's able to spring up at a moment's notice if needed. She's thinking about things and it's obvious, but whatever is going on in her head hasn't had time to fully form yet. He's gotta let it stew a little longer and when she's ready to bring it to him, she will.
Or he'll broach the subject himself because he's probably on the same track as her.]
I don't think so. It's so much more satisfying to scold you when you're awake to snipe back.