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The sound of flipping pages was what finally drew Gyro out of the deep sleep he'd been lost in. He frowned, eyes still closed, not willing to deal with the harsh bright light of the morning sky just yet. That was, until he started to shift and realized his arm was already occupied, and his eyes begrudgingly slid open slowly to a squint so he could figure out why.
At some point during the night, in the shared closeness of the bedrolls they pushed together, Gyro had slid his arm around Johnny's waist and pulled the other man closer while he slept. Gyro blinked, glancing down, suddenly noticing how near they were to one another. His face flushed. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised about it, seeing as the two of them had become quite affectionate recently, but he couldn’t help but feel a mild sense of sheepishness anyway.
Gyro’s eyes fell between them as they faced each other, noting what Johnny was focused on.
"What're you doing?" he rumbled with a voice heavy with sleep, groggy and hoarse.
"I'm reading," came Johnny's simple reply, not looking up from the catalogue in front of him.
Gyro sighed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, but why?"
"Because you've been holding onto me and wouldn't let go. I couldn’t get up, and I got bored." He stated it in a very matter-of-fact way, flipping another page of the catalogue to punctuate his point. He, of course, omitted the fact that he hadn't exactly tried all that hard to remove Gyro's arm in the first place. Were he honest, he was completely content to leave it there, and would’ve even preferred that they were closer, and that he was being held tighter.
Johnny was resting the book half against Gyro for support, using his other arm to prop up on an elbow and hold his head up as he read.
"Oh. Sorry," Gyro replied, though he made no effort to actually let go. The corner of Johnny’s lips pulled upwards slightly in a way that Gyro had come to recognize and appreciate as the way the smaller blond tended to smile when he was trying to be subtle about it. “You could’ve just woken me up, y’know.”
“You looked nice when you were sleeping…” Johnny admitted in a quiet voice, and Gyro smirked a cheeky grin.
There was a moment of silence between them where Gyro simply laid still and looked over Johnny's face, taking the moment of closeness as a chance to really appreciate his soft features, admiring how cute he thought his riding partner really was. Their chests were nearly touching, but Gyro was almost glad for the lack of contact lest Johnny learn how hard his heart was beating from this simple intimacy.
"We'll need to ride out soon. The sun's almost up," Johnny spoke finally, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Mhm,” Gyro hummed in acknowledgement, eyes slipping shut again as he let out a contented sigh.
"Hey, don't go back to sleep," Johnny nudged him, teasing tone to his voice.
"I'm not, I'm not!" Gyro countered quickly, eyes snapping open again. He blinked, trying to will himself to stay awake despite how warm and comfortable he felt.
"Sure," Johnny smirked, closing the catalogue to set it aside, and looked back at Gyro properly. Their eyes held one another in a moment of warm affection before Johnny shifted, moving himself just a touch closer, and laying on his side to be at eye-level with the other man. Gyro took the invitation gladly, using his leverage on Johnny's waist to pull the small blond flush against him. They both smiled, cheeks coated in a soft pink hue. Johnny leaned in, letting their foreheads touch.
"How long until we need to go?" Gyro asked.
Johnny considered for a moment.
"We have at least a few minutes..."
Gyro grinned.
"That's fine. That’s all we need."