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Light currents of wind hit the window with a whooshing sound as Neil sat on the windowsill, practising his lines quietly. Looking up from the script of the play, he glanced over at Todd who was peacefully sleeping, stirring a tiny bit in his slumber. Just seeing him in such a calm state was enough for him to place down his script and begin to try drifting off himself. At that moment, Neil climbed into the latter's bed, he’ll worry about excuses in the morning. For now, he settled on cuddling up to Todd. Anderson’s breath hitched slightly, his body reacting to the embrace by leaning into it. Neil smiled softly at this, shutting his eyelids and dozing off to sleep.