[It's interesting, and quite strange, how all eloquence could be robbed from him; whether by exhaustion or by the heat of the moment, it seems that his tongue has stilled. But the touches are still novel and still new, and certainly still comforting, and that's more than he could ask for. It feels less lonely, less alien, with the Operator there and finally the long hours are taking their toll.
He mumbles something in return, perhaps another apology or something of the like, but it's nigh incomprehensible because he's slipping now. As his eyes close, he shifts and tucks himself into the tenno, head resting upon the man's collar and fingers winding in his shirt to keep him close.]
[This was such a switch compared to how he first arrived on the ship to talk with the cephalon that he isn't sure that this is the same encounter. However he keeps that thought to himself, running his hand through Ordis' hair in soft strokes to continue that calm feeling. At least one problem was being solved by all of this.
He isn't too sure what's being said but he offers a flicker of a smile and light kiss to his forehead before hushing him. His heart clenches in his chest at the shift but he merely curls around further, making sure both of them are covered by a blanket. Then it's onto getting sleep himself.
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He mumbles something in return, perhaps another apology or something of the like, but it's nigh incomprehensible because he's slipping now. As his eyes close, he shifts and tucks himself into the tenno, head resting upon the man's collar and fingers winding in his shirt to keep him close.]
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He isn't too sure what's being said but he offers a flicker of a smile and light kiss to his forehead before hushing him. His heart clenches in his chest at the shift but he merely curls around further, making sure both of them are covered by a blanket. Then it's onto getting sleep himself.
He had a promise to upkeep after all.]