You were currently laced in Copia’s arms on the bed. His breathing was slow and steady, his heartbeat against your ear. You were trying to sleep, you desperately chased the sweet escape of sleep, but no matter how heavy your eyelids got, you couldn’t drift off to sleep. Copia’s hands idly stroked your hair, he was trying to sleep aswell. “Are you, eh, okay, mio caro?” He asked, looking down at you.
“You don’t have to pretend to always be okay, you..you know that, hm?” He asked.
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