The uncoordinated sleepy thrashing is pure Cassian, but for all Bodhi knows it could be a Cassian thing that transcends realities. He takes half a step back-
-and makes it no further, thanks to the hand swiping at his leg. It's clumsy, but the intent - don't go - comes across so clearly Bodhi can't move away, no matter which version of Cassian he's about to get. He reaches back, breath catching as fingers tangle with the cuff of his sleeve.
"You--" he starts, but then that's Cassian's bedhead and bleary face, and Cassian's gravelly midnight voice, and the way Cassian has of reassuring him two or three times just to be on the safe side. All familiar. All right. "It's you, oh, thank god."
Then he's on his knees beside the couch, hands simultaneously tangled up in his husband's and reaching for his face. He drops his forehead against Cassian's neck with a shudder.
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Date: 2019-04-25 04:10 am (UTC)-and makes it no further, thanks to the hand swiping at his leg. It's clumsy, but the intent - don't go - comes across so clearly Bodhi can't move away, no matter which version of Cassian he's about to get. He reaches back, breath catching as fingers tangle with the cuff of his sleeve.
"You--" he starts, but then that's Cassian's bedhead and bleary face, and Cassian's gravelly midnight voice, and the way Cassian has of reassuring him two or three times just to be on the safe side. All familiar. All right. "It's you, oh, thank god."
Then he's on his knees beside the couch, hands simultaneously tangled up in his husband's and reaching for his face. He drops his forehead against Cassian's neck with a shudder.