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It's late, you both know that. But you're too tired to sleep, and the ghostly pale man beside you seems to have no need to sleep in the first place. The two of you have been watching movies for seemingly hours, taking turns picking and playfully arguing.
With enough whining, Ghirahim had caved and let you pick out a romcom. He groaned several times, dramatically leaning against the back of your couch in mock agony. You giggled at him every time, and he shot a glare at you every time.
By the time the movie was finally over, ghirahim had almost been driven to tears. He reached for the remote, only to stop when you lean against him, snoring softly. He tilts his head, smiling softly, before shifting and moving you to lay against his chest. He brushes a gloved hand through your hair, humming softly. He begins to nod off not long after, the air around him calm and relaxing.
Ghirahim sighs, leaning back, and drapes his arm over you. He closes his eyes and soon finds himself drifting off to sleep.