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Sinric waits quietly in the light of the doorway, his eyes down until he heard Athelstan's footfall on the stairs of the veranda. He rises to offer Athelstan his arm. "You should come in where it's warm."

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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan looks at him with love, brushes a kiss to his hair, and puts his head down.

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Sinric always sleeps better in Athelstan's arms, trusting and young.

[athelstanthescribe]

And Athelstan, he finds, sleeps better and more easily when he's not alone.

(It took him a long time to get used to being the only person in the room, after so many years in a dormitory.)