Nasir stretched out when Wil was moving, bending and squirming to the pokes and prods with a few laughs here and there. He sat up long enough that Wil could get onto the couch and then lay back down. The moment there were fingers through his hair and massaging, he was turning his head towards Wil's stomach and hiding his face there.
"Give me an hour?" he asked, a brown eye cracking back open to glance up at Wil before he was rubbing his face against the fabric of the other's shirt.
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look, sometimes the sleepy one has to be nasir.