[He almost leaves it there. He could simply drift off, the same as her, and let the both of them rest in comfortable silence— and he will, but he feels compelled to do one last thing first, the urge too powerful to ignore. He lifts his head just enough to be able to bend forward to drop a chaste kiss against the top of her head, pressing his lips against her hair before falling back against his own pillow.]
Goodnight, Hilda.
[After that, he'll say nothing more, finding his eyelids grow heavy as he finds himself surprisingly at ease, as though not a single part of this is out of place.
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Goodnight, Hilda.
[After that, he'll say nothing more, finding his eyelids grow heavy as he finds himself surprisingly at ease, as though not a single part of this is out of place.
Maybe it isn't.]