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sometimes, a gentleman cannot sleep.
this may be hard for most, but pip is rather used to it at this point in this life.
the blond lays still, estella next to him as he stares at the ceiling. normally, this is how he would lay until his eyes closed themselves and brought sleep on his tired mind, but not tonight. tonight, he lay still with his breathing slow and steady, unable to get the sweet relief of rest. he glances over at the girl beside him, her long hair up in a ponytail as to not get in her face. 'how beautiful she is', he must be thinking. 'it would be such a crime to disturb her'. yet, a crime he will commit, even if it will most likely have a minor consequence.
the boy gently places a hand on the girl's shoulder, trying not wake her roughly as to startle her. she starts to stir, groaning softly as her eyes open. "pip? what on earth are you doing?" her body turns to face him, and she's met with a tired face. "ah, stella.. i must ask if i could hold you. i cannot seem to sleep, and i feel as if it would help me." his voice is rather raspy from being so tired, and she softens. "i see. you must'n't ask, you smelly-testicled boy."
and so, pip finds himself eventually holding estella close to him, his face nestled into the soft locks on his head. he finds that he's very quickly overcome by his tiredness, and the girl smiles a little.
"goodnight, philip."