[ Poe stays awake for a little while longer. Still humming, an old song his parents used to sing to each other in the mornings. It's peaceful, to be with someone while they sleep, and Poe has had little enough peace, even here, to take every bit of consciousness he can while it's colored with postsexual bliss.
When he does fall asleep, it's with his arm around John's waist, his other hand tangled lightly in John's hair. ]
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Date: 2018-01-25 02:12 am (UTC)When he does fall asleep, it's with his arm around John's waist, his other hand tangled lightly in John's hair. ]