[ Bleary though her vision may be for the moment, she can still see the tension in his face, in his limbs, the way his fist curls tight into a ball over the blankets beneath them.... ]
Satoru?
[ she whispers quietly, but to no avail. Leaning over, then, she rests a hand on his shoulder, and quietly calls out once more. ]
Satoru...
[ If that's not enough, she'll draw away a little, her hand instead fluttering over his forehead and brushing his hair away from his face... He looks so troubled, but she doesn't want to resort to drastic measure to wake him up given that the rests of the guests might be asleep now, too. Instead, she lays back down... beside and facing him, this time, as she takes his tense fist in between both of her palms. Just once more, she tries: a quiet, almost soundless Satoru, before she succumbs to sleep once more, still clutching his hand in hers. ]
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Satoru?
[ she whispers quietly, but to no avail. Leaning over, then, she rests a hand on his shoulder, and quietly calls out once more. ]
Satoru...
[ If that's not enough, she'll draw away a little, her hand instead fluttering over his forehead and brushing his hair away from his face... He looks so troubled, but she doesn't want to resort to drastic measure to wake him up given that the rests of the guests might be asleep now, too. Instead, she lays back down... beside and facing him, this time, as she takes his tense fist in between both of her palms. Just once more, she tries: a quiet, almost soundless Satoru, before she succumbs to sleep once more, still clutching his hand in hers. ]