[How long has Squall been up? Who knows. Hours maybe. All that's for certain is when Dylas wakes up and sees him, Squall looks as though he's been sitting up with his back resting against the headboard all night. A deep frown is on his face - the one he usually wears when he's thinking - and he absently rubs at the scar between his eyes. Clearly he's been at that particular habit for a while - the skin around his scar is an angry red from the constant irritation.
When he hears shifting next to him, Squall glances over to his bedmate, lips pressing into a tighter grimace as their eyes meet. He considers letting Dylas break the silence, but when a few moments pass his mouth opens uncertainly.]
...Morning. [The greeting falls a bit flat in sincerity, honestly. But he's never been good at that sort of pleasant, idle conversation anyway.]
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Date: 2016-03-17 11:07 pm (UTC)When he hears shifting next to him, Squall glances over to his bedmate, lips pressing into a tighter grimace as their eyes meet. He considers letting Dylas break the silence, but when a few moments pass his mouth opens uncertainly.]
...Morning. [The greeting falls a bit flat in sincerity, honestly. But he's never been good at that sort of pleasant, idle conversation anyway.]