[That seems to be the permission Trevor needs to finally consciousness. He's been exhausted beyond words for the better part of the day, and anything that happens between now and the manor is completely out of his control. Better to take himself out of the equation for a while, eschew embarrassment.
He's accustomed to falling asleep like this, in any case; arms wound around Adrian's shoulders, face buried in his hair, surrounded by his scent. It's no great chore to do so now.]
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He's accustomed to falling asleep like this, in any case; arms wound around Adrian's shoulders, face buried in his hair, surrounded by his scent. It's no great chore to do so now.]