( all right, you useless potato of a prince. if you let your arms dangle uselessly at your sides for too much longer they're going to fall asleep, and you're going to whine because it 'feels funny', and you can bet your bottom gil ( since no one actually knows what the currency in insomnia is ) that he isn't about to spend half of his morning massaging the sensation back into your finely-boned, pretty hands.

… though it stands to reason that he would, were it required of him. sigh. this man.

there's the smallest hum of a chuckle, barely more than the beginning of a warm, fond sound in the back of his throat. thank you kindly for not yawning directly into his ear. he needs that. ) Peanut butter, unless you've any objections. No visible signs of anything that might hold any nutritional value, but a decent amount of protein. ( never mind that he's going to find a way to slip in some fruit without you noticing, unless you stay right there connected to his shoulder.

oh, but here. have a glass of juice that he's offering over that shoulder. )