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Imagine cuddling with Nathan while he’s doing work, in that one position where the people are facing each other with one on the other’s lap and you can put your head on their shoulder (idk how to describe it) like the one where yo can stick your legs through the gaps in the base of the armrests and chair. That. But we fall asleep and Nathan just… lets us sleep there.

He’s inconvenienced because he can’t get up without waking us and he’s feeling nice for once. So he just has to stay there.

Hi nonny,

It is with hat in hand that I return to you. I can picture EXACTLY what you're saying and it brings warmth to my cold, dead heart. I was unable to find a picture, which makes me sad because I want you to know that I get it!

The very idea of holding onto Nathan as he works, his physical discomfort slowly building from the position, while his emotional comfort ramps up in a way he didn't think was possible. Your sleeping body like a security blanket, grounding him, soothing him.

He types and writes, enjoying the pleasant weight. Your warm, bare skin on his. And then he realizes he's not working anymore. He's just sitting in the feeling of you.

This is what it feels like to have a fraction of peace. A sliver of space in his brain to just... fucking... breathe.

He shifts slightly, only a twitch, to get the blood flowing back into his left leg. You move a little and he is seized by the fear that you're going to wake up and move, leave him cold and alone. He used to work all night like that, before you came into his life. He can't do that again. He can't go back to that.

Instead, you tuck your face further into the crook of his neck, still sleeping. Nathan breathes again. Breathes you in.

His arms are around you. His hands rest on your back. He pulls you with him as he leans back in his chair, the springs groaning with the weight of two bodies. But the chair will hold. And he'll hold you. And you hold him.

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