It's hard not to think about Vincent's laugh when it's right there, jostling his arm. He smiles along without noticing.
Then his attention follows Vincent's arm as it feels around on the floor, and he stretches out one long leg to shove the pillow closer, gently kicking it into Vincent's reach.
He still can't quite believe that Vincent actually seems intent on napping right there, though Robin used to fall asleep on him often enough, so maybe there's just something about him that invites this kind of thing. He can't imagine what about his presence would be anything less than disconcerting, but he doesn't find himself resenting it in this case.
Before he can think too much about it, Irahl reaches over the arm of the couch to grab his coat off the pile of belongings and draws it over Vincent like a well-armed blanket.
Vincent hadn't denied wanting to be tucked in, so there. It's all part of the joke, and nothing else. He's doing it to be funny, and he's telling himself that's why he's hoping it gets another smile or a laugh out of his friend.
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Then his attention follows Vincent's arm as it feels around on the floor, and he stretches out one long leg to shove the pillow closer, gently kicking it into Vincent's reach.
He still can't quite believe that Vincent actually seems intent on napping right there, though Robin used to fall asleep on him often enough, so maybe there's just something about him that invites this kind of thing. He can't imagine what about his presence would be anything less than disconcerting, but he doesn't find himself resenting it in this case.
Before he can think too much about it, Irahl reaches over the arm of the couch to grab his coat off the pile of belongings and draws it over Vincent like a well-armed blanket.
Vincent hadn't denied wanting to be tucked in, so there. It's all part of the joke, and nothing else. He's doing it to be funny, and he's telling himself that's why he's hoping it gets another smile or a laugh out of his friend.