“Right, and I’m the dork. Clearly you’ve thought about this before,” Daniel shot back goodnaturedly, grinning through the haze of impending sleep. The sleep now more evident in Zane’s voice was somehow lulling Daniel even further back into the softness of his own bed, reminding him how nice sleeping was. “I’ll think of something. Just has to come to me… in the right moment… Like fate.” Somehow his tired brain made a connection to a conversation they’d had previously about that. He had no idea why.
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