[ It's those small things like that, like the hand slipping under his back without even a second thought on Mace's part, the kiss to the corner of his mouth. Those are the kinds of things that are breaking his heart. They're instinctive, they're touching, they're the kind of caring Ian's not used to having in the slightest.
Take it easy to Ian apparently means laying on his side, curling gently as much as his stomach will allow, and watching Mace through his eyelashes while he goes about prepping. Can't put his finger on when it is he started drifting again, only that he'd been lulled back into the start of sleep by the time it's over.
His eyes flicker open and his head lifts up a little like a groundhog peering out of its hole. ]
Hey, is that coffee?
[ Raspy with sleep, priorities clear. Coffee comes before all. Coffee comes before people. He wants coffee more than air, please. ]
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Take it easy to Ian apparently means laying on his side, curling gently as much as his stomach will allow, and watching Mace through his eyelashes while he goes about prepping. Can't put his finger on when it is he started drifting again, only that he'd been lulled back into the start of sleep by the time it's over.
His eyes flicker open and his head lifts up a little like a groundhog peering out of its hole. ]
Hey, is that coffee?
[ Raspy with sleep, priorities clear. Coffee comes before all. Coffee comes before people. He wants coffee more than air, please. ]