Mamoru adjusted as she shifted, letting her lay more on him with a sigh of contented-fatigue. The adrenaline of the after-math had been fading, and time with Usagi was always a balm for him. One hand moved to settle against her back while the other continued to smooth and finger comb out the waves of pale gold that she called hair.
"Yes, and no." Murmured after a moment, thoughtful in tone. "Then again, time is a weird concept."
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Date: 2019-03-16 06:38 am (UTC)"Yes, and no." Murmured after a moment, thoughtful in tone. "Then again, time is a weird concept."