[Gamzee was in the middle of trying to figure out how long he could leave his hand on Tavros' back without the kid turning to look at him like he was a creeper. It turned out to be an absurdly long time, but then he noticed the rise and fall of his breathing against that hand had slowed considerably. Had he...?]

[Oh, was that the most adorable thing he had ever seen.]

[Gamzee lifted his hand from Tavros' back, sitting there patiently, contentedly. The poor boy must have been so stressed out, so tired from all the shit they'd been put through. And then this whole thing on top of everything else? He'd been harping at Gamzee to get some rest, when he was the one that really needed it. Instead of folding his arm back underneath his horn with the other, he lifted it higher, running those bony fingers of his through the fluffy mohawk on the top of the boy's head. Touching him this way wouldn't hurt either of them if Tavros didn't know about it, right? Gamzee could just... pretend. For a second. That this wasn't creepy as hell.]

[The methodical, repetitive motion of carding through Tavros' hair soon sent Gamzee to lay his head on his horn once more, eyes drifting shut himself.]

[He woke before Tavros, if only shortly. His arm had fallen to his side, one of them still hooked beneath the horn his head had been sleeping on. How... long had they been out? Looking around the library provided no clues, because this place was always Snoozeville at any time of the day or night. Tavros' voice roused him from his remaining sleepiness, and he turned his head to respond, grinning wryly.]

Only the most miraculous of snores this brother was all ever to be gettin' stuck in his ducts. You slam in your sleep, motherfucker. You ever know that?