[Linhardt allows himself to be pulled into Ferdinand's lap and he settles there, against his chest. In this position, and with the weight of everything out in the open and off his shoulders finally, Linhardt now feels exhausted.]
We've allowed... [He stifles a yawn.] far too much as it is...
[He adjusts against Ferdinand's chest, moving away from whatever it is that he has underneath his clothes that's poking him. Linhardt wrinkles his nose.]
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We've allowed... [He stifles a yawn.] far too much as it is...
[He adjusts against Ferdinand's chest, moving away from whatever it is that he has underneath his clothes that's poking him. Linhardt wrinkles his nose.]