[She can't hear him chuckle, but she can feel the vibration and guess what it is. It brings a pout to her lips at the thought that he's laughing at her, but then he's scooting in closer and well-- it's okay, she guesses. It's warm and comfortable like this, and maybe because there's no expectation of her talking or acknowledging his closeness, it doesn't feel awkward, either.
She exhales a sigh and relaxes against him, letting their joined hands rest against their legs. While she's thinking about Satie and other experimental composers, she'll have to perform John Cage's 4'33" for Minato some time, too. He'd probably find the total silence funny.
It's while thinking about silence as a form of music that she falls asleep, sagging against him.]
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She exhales a sigh and relaxes against him, letting their joined hands rest against their legs. While she's thinking about Satie and other experimental composers, she'll have to perform John Cage's 4'33" for Minato some time, too. He'd probably find the total silence funny.
It's while thinking about silence as a form of music that she falls asleep, sagging against him.]