Much groaned in response and closed his eyes, his body heavy against the earth, his heart sluggish in his chest. This didn't seem like the greatest of ideas, but... hey... at least he wasn't causing any damage. Everyone was always freaking out that he might go out and do something stupid. Well, wasn't doing anything now. They'd be happy.
What did it even mean, that she was a Sin? Will worked with one, and she didn't seem evil. Much had been more worried about Lust, to be honest.
He lost his trail of thought again, as far ahead, the clouds gradually shifted. "Looks like a foot," he said, raising his hand to point upward for a moment, but his hand felt heavy too. He let it drop, giving her a half-hearted pat on her hair. It just felt like the thing to do, when someone had their head on your chest, whoever they happened to be.