“You’re tired,” he grinned, and shifted his weight off his arm long enough to take off his cloak and covered them both.
“Stay here. Rest. We can talk when you wake up,” he says, kissing the shell of his ear as he slotted behind him. “I’ll keep you warm,” he whispered.
“S-Sorry, MaMa, I’m so sorry! D-don’t hurt me- shit, don’t-” Techie brought his hands up to his face and clamped them down over his eyes protectively, curling up into himself. He’d awakened not completely in reality. The haze of his time in Peach Trees settled over him in his dreams, and now it held tight and would not let go.
TechieHux 