Room 323 [Saturday, Morning]

[comeoutwrong]

One of those benefits of being roommate-less, always gonna be there was no one to kick out when it came to the end of the night and, as planned, she didn't leave alone.

And still wasn't alone. Lying up against someone else, face turned into their chest, wasn't a bad way to wake up after all that. Enough so, that unless someone gave her a very good reason, she wouldn't be moving in any way other than a subtle shift closer.

It was not cuddling, no.

[[for that one that's there already, and a weetiny!]]

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The subtle shifting had Alex stretching a bit, not awake, but not so asleep that he was dead weight. Moving towards warmth was going to be something he did no matter what and he knew there was something warm right next to him.

So, of course he was clinging to her, all tangled up and content. Not that he'd admit that out loud. That'd be sappy and they were not. At all. Ever.

Shut up.