Work Text:
Harper's neck twitched uncomfortably and she felt a familiar annoyance build up in her chest. She just wanted to sleep, dammit.
Her neck jerked again and a squeal forced itself from her throat as her arms jerked back, forcing her a few inches upward, then letting go and letting her drop back down.
"Y'okay ova there, Harps?" she heard Amerie ask. She sighed.
"Yeah, sorry, my tics 're jus' actin' up" she replied. A moment passed and she flinched away slightly as she felt an arm drape across her chest. "The fuck are you- Oh" she breathed, realizing the contact was making her tics ease up a bit. "Thanks, Am"
"Ya don't gotta thank me, babes"