Get Out Of My Head

Someday he would be forced to face his feelings for her, but he was grateful that today wouldn't be that day. Hopefully. It was easier to just exist, to do what they liked, when they liked without having to worry about what to call it or who to share it with. He was grateful that Finch had been preoccupied with her own... romantic interest, or surely she would've been bothering him about whatever he shared with Lillie.

He was too sleepy to think about any of that much. His mind wasn't on much other than the present moment. Wondering where Lillie was, and now that he'd found her, wondering what she wanted to do for the day. Going back to sleep sounded pretty enjoyable, but it didn't matter too much to him. Another yawn took hold of him, one he didn't fight, as he hunkered down at her side. He was blissfully unaware of the fact that his presence was disrupting her; it wasn't in a bad way, although a frustrating one.

Implying that she might be sick of him, though she was joking, made him scoff in sudden retort. "Suuuure," he drawled tiredly, his ears flicking as he pressed his snout against her neck again. Her scent was... delightful, he realized suddenly. Well, it was always enjoyable but it was more so than usual. "Don't know if I'll help with that," he offered, scooting closer to her, wishing he could nuzzle deeper into her fur than he already was. "So.. I apologize in advance."

He didn't quite catch on to what she was really saying. It seemed plausible enough that sleeping close quarters with him might cause her to be a bit too warm sometimes, so he wouldn't question it.