[ He's had nothing to drink, but he's probably worse for driving than he might be if he had. The night's been overwhelming in every possible way. He doesn't fall asleep the second he's out in the cool-ish air (does this city have seasons that aren't warm? he's yet to experience one), but he settles against Sypha in the car. She's too warm to the touch, warmer than usual from all of the dancing, and the crook of her neck is kind of an uncomfortable place to rest one's head for the heat and sweat of it. Too warm and sticky, like trying to lean on one of this city's summers. But then, it's probably not particularly comfortable having stubble brush against you (he always tries to remember to shave before these events, as would be appropriate and the other two always stop him). So fair is fair.
He's touchier than usual, but in small ways. Little things that aren't overwhelming. Slowly untangling Sypha's hair from an ill-fated decorative hairpin that got lost in it once she started dancing, turning one of the bracelets around on her wrist. More would be- difficult. More than he can bring himself to initiate right now. ]
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He's touchier than usual, but in small ways. Little things that aren't overwhelming. Slowly untangling Sypha's hair from an ill-fated decorative hairpin that got lost in it once she started dancing, turning one of the bracelets around on her wrist. More would be- difficult. More than he can bring himself to initiate right now. ]