There's no telling what hour it is. They've been up for a lot of the night, working their way through a couple bottles of wine, and drawing up strategies, talking out their plans, touching vaguely on a few of the "if i don't come back"s. But eventually, they're laying in Ferno's bed, the skeleton's back against the elemental's front. Sleep isn't coming easily, not for either of them--but Ferno's hand finds Purple's in the darkness, as he hums a soft, soothing melody.
He's staring out into the dark of the room, eye's half closed, and eyelights dimmed. Yet, sleep evaded him, despite the alcohol in his system, and the warmth at his back....usually that combination put him out. But, with all this planning, and talking about every scenario of what could go wrong...he couldn't sleep. The stress and worry of it was keeping him up at night, not just here...but at home as well...not that he got much sleep at home anyway...
Honestly, with how quiet Ferno had been, he assumed the elemental had managed to fall asleep, and he didn't want to risk waking him. But, he wasn't expecting him to be awake, let alone hum and touch his hand.
Body relaxing just a little more, he couldn't help but lightly grip the others hand, and settle back against him all the more. When had he gotten so close to this Himbo of a bartender?
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