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In Alison's tent, everyone was cramped in and ready to sleep. Plans changed however when Alison went to her own tent, later Kitty followed, then Pat and everyone else. They all settled down again and sleep came quickly.
When Cap woke up, the sun hadn't even risen yet, and there was something warm yet comfortable on his chest. As he looked down he saw a familiar head full of brown curls. Still too tired to mind, he wrapped his arm around him and drifted off again.
Cap had woken up again not even twenty minutes later to Robin's loud snoring. Feeling a little more awake because of the loud noise, he looks down at the mop of curls against his chest again. Without really thinking, he started combing through Thomas's hair with his hand, fingers twisting the soft curls around and brushing softly against his scalp. The Captain felt at peace seeing most people asleep- of course Kitty was awake, but she was spaced out and turned the other way.
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Thomas's sleep was full of strange dreams, nothing in particular really. Just the odd thing here and there. This sleep, however, felt more refreshing than he's felt in decades. His body felt like goo, warm and cozy and he dreamt of being held and caressed by someone he deeply trusts. It felt more comforting than anything else in this world.
When he opened his eyes, Cap was staring off in the distance while others slept, though the hand in his hair didn't stop moving slowly. Thomas wiggled closer, slumping even deeper against the other man and deeply exhaling, not out of dramatics like usual, but out of deep comfort and security he always longed for. Usually when he dreamt of the physical contact he so deeply craved, it was a woman he held, but after sleeping on top of the Captain he found this position much more pleasant.
Thomas's hands played with the lapels on the older man's jacket, as he began to fall asleep once more without the Captain even noticing he had woken up in the first place.