[His protest is immediate, looking up at Derek with pinched brows and the face of a kid who's being told to go to bed on Christmas Eve. Everything tonight is fun and perfect, and so what if he yawned and wants to yawn again? He holds it in, staring at Derek's hand for a beat before grumpily swatting at it. Scowling, but turning over to crawl over to the sleeping bag instead. He has a feeling if he stands he'll get more of a head rush than he wants to let on.]
But look, I'll lay here. We can keep talking? I don't want to sleep.
[He murmurs, sitting on the flattened out sleeping bag and patting next to him for Derek to join.]
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[His protest is immediate, looking up at Derek with pinched brows and the face of a kid who's being told to go to bed on Christmas Eve. Everything tonight is fun and perfect, and so what if he yawned and wants to yawn again? He holds it in, staring at Derek's hand for a beat before grumpily swatting at it. Scowling, but turning over to crawl over to the sleeping bag instead. He has a feeling if he stands he'll get more of a head rush than he wants to let on.]
But look, I'll lay here. We can keep talking? I don't want to sleep.
[He murmurs, sitting on the flattened out sleeping bag and patting next to him for Derek to join.]