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The pain in his lower half wasn't small by any means, so when he tried to sit on the bed, a sharp twinge in his hips made him groan. He then glanced at the man next to him, sleeping so sweetly as if he wasn't the sole perpetrator of his discomfort.
Olruggio wanted to smack Qifrey's head and ask him with what right he did so, but when his hand reached out to the other man's head, all he did was caress it. His hair was soft to the touch and due to its white colour, it was like the snow from his homeland. It was comforting in so many ways he couldn't stay mad even if he wanted.
"Well, it's not like I am mad in the first place," he whispered, careful to not wake up his lover. A tender smile had appeared in his lips, unable to control it.
Qifrey's eyes remained closed. His long eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly, reacting to his touch. Olruggio remained on the right edge of the bed, so Qifrey was facing him on the left. He was laying on his side—the right one, of course. Such a stubborn man, although Olruggio could not say much, since he was also very stubborn. And there were other reasons too, but he preferred to think about happier things, such as the fact that Qifrey looked so peaceful next to him. Although he never seemed to be truly at ease, it was in these brief moments that everything felt alright.
Olruggio dug his fingers into the soft hair, twirling some wavy strands around them and chuckling when he realized Qifrey was frowning, probably feeling bothered by the light pulling.
"My bad," Olruggio said, but he didn't pull away. Even if he thought he was the reason Qifrey looked tense at times, there was no use dwelling in that. As long as they could have these moments, as long as they could hold each other, fall asleep and then wake up to make breakfast together for the girls-
"Mn..."
Qifrey's low, hoarse voice signaled he was probably on his way to waking up, but he wasn't quite there yet.
It was a funny sight, truthfully. And so, so very dear.
Olruggio leaned towards Qifrey—against his lower back's best interests—and kissed his forehead gently before he fell down back into bed. As soon as he did, Qifrey's arms wrapped around him, pulling him with a weak groan.
"Yes, yes, I'm here," Olruggio said softly, allowing the other witch to hide himself in his chest. Qifrey was never this clingy when awake, not even when they were alone, so he welcomed this happily. And he, too, admitted that sometimes, only when Qifrey was not looking did he made these kind of expressions—a deep sadness bound with this deep, gut-wrenching love he felt and knew was requited.
There were so many things at stake, some he didn't even fully understand, but he didn't mind. Not yet, at least. But he knew that pushing this boy too much would only make him stray further away, so he remained patient. They need each other, after all, there was no use in pushing or pulling.
With this moment frozen in time, even if he were to melt it with his desire to touch it, they had enough.