[ his eyes don't open again as he settles into the warmth of a body beside his, of the bed plush and thick beneath him. he hums a little in acknowledgement, lips pulling into a faint, sleepy smile. ]

Then don't leave. Stay as long or as little as you wish to stay. But if you eat all the jam I'll have you know I'll have to find a way to it through you.

[ there's a teasing, tired lilt to his voice that is covered up by a yawn next. ] See how very much you taste of strawberries when I allow my mouth to do the chasing.

[ his words slur sleepily and he shifts to nudge a little bit closer to him, nose falling into the faint, pink hair. ]