[She is comfortable, now that he mentions it. So very comfortable, and warm, and the kind of sleepy where the positioning of her limbs doesn't really seem to matter much because of how pleasantly boneless she feels, such that when she rolls over a little to try and look at him better, one of her arms and one of her legs end up at half-odd angles just because she sort of forgot to move them along with the rest of her, and she's not conscious enough to reposition herself into a configuration that makes sense.]
M'thinking.
[And then she goes silent, though she probably doesn't mean to; she's thinking all of the things she's thinking that she means to tell him, but she's forgotten that for him to appreciate them, they need to actually come out of her mouth.
Well, anyway. Regardless. He's standing, and he's watching her, and she remembers vaguely that she's on the sofa, and she puts two and two together in a logical way, even if factually it doesn't quite hold up.]
Mmmmmmmm. M'in the way.
[Because naturally he wants to sit. And he can't. Because she is here, in the way.]
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M'thinking.
[And then she goes silent, though she probably doesn't mean to; she's thinking all of the things she's thinking that she means to tell him, but she's forgotten that for him to appreciate them, they need to actually come out of her mouth.
Well, anyway. Regardless. He's standing, and he's watching her, and she remembers vaguely that she's on the sofa, and she puts two and two together in a logical way, even if factually it doesn't quite hold up.]
Mmmmmmmm. M'in the way.
[Because naturally he wants to sit. And he can't. Because she is here, in the way.]