It was several hours into the pitch of night before he even stirred in the slightest. The sleep was so fitful and entirely wonderful that he almost didn’t want to wake, but the picking feeling that he would get in trouble if he did so won over the clinging sleep.
His two toned eyes opened slowly, sore at first before eventually mumbling and realizing he had a warm, comfortable weight on is chest, also encircled in his arms. Auel looked a little confused for a moment before he remembered everything of the past few hours. The brunette didn’t know what to think of the situation. He hadn’t quite been his usual mask of himself earlier, instead the mask had slipped enough to allow a complete stranger sight into his locked up feelings.
There was a long pause before the Asian moved, lifting a hand up to the back of Makai’s head, laying it there softly, stroking his long blond-green locks in a minor effort to wake the other. “Makai…I can’t stay here, I’ll be punished if I’m found…”