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Well enough, [ He's roused to the waking world with the simple touch of Erik's skin and the warmth of his breath. He shifts a little, even the gentlest of touches feeling like fire against his skin, burning down to his core, not a wildfire-- more like a controlled burn, something he relishes in more than fears. The heat of their contact was addictive for him, at best. He's just recently come alert, but already his mind is stretching out, grasping and winding at Erik's own, trying to settle in the back of his mind and keep that light hold. ]
Mmm.. [ It's a low mumble of a noise, because he never really sleeps well. Not so long as someone else in the base has dreams. Sometimes, just sometimes, he can curl up inside Erik's mind and slumber gently with him-- but it rarely lasts. Still, he sees little need to protest or complain, and instead just shifts to let pony pale digits shuffle along those auburn strands, tugging just a bit near the end. ] You?