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[ She's known Morgan long enough to additionally know about his attention span, but she'll allow herself a moment to just soak in another person's warmth, even though it's just through her palm. It's funny, how different it feels without gloves. ]

I'm afraid I won't be very interesting for the time being... so don't feel obligated to stay for too long.

Oh, I don't know. I haven't lost interest in you yet! This couch is pretty darn comfy, too. You'll have to try a little harder to be rid of me.

[ No emergencies to hurry them along or tasks to attend to... it's very comfy here indeed. Good couch. ]

I... don't really want to. [ even though she knows she should technically shoo him off, that he could also get sick. But she's never liked being alone, and Morgan's even more of a comforting presence these days. ] I like... being with you.

[ That gets a pleased flush out of him. It doesn't feel like he'll ever get tired of her little admissions; even if the words themselves aren't a surprise now, they come from someplace heartfelt, a little corner reserved only for him. ]

And I like being with you! So it looks like we're in agreement.

Hopefully next time... [ she sighs, fingers curving a little more against his cheek. ] It won't be because of bad dreams.

[ He closes his eyes and lets his hand fall away, giving her free reign. ]

Anytime, Noire. Good dreams or bad, in sound health or illness. I'll take as much of you as I can get.

[ That makes her giggle, even as her hand moves a little more, taking in the warmth and surprising smoothness of his skin as her fingers ease down. ] I thought I already said all of me is yours.

[ A completely stress-free life and prodigious sleeping habits make for a good complexion?! He chuckles. ]

I guess I'm still trying to get it through my skull. All is a lot to give someone! And... it almost feels too good to be true.

I'm the one who should be saying that... [ it's kind of wearying to keep her arm up, as much as she likes the feeling when she's not too embarrassed to enjoy it. She lowers her hand slowly, breathing out even more so. ] I didn't think anyone would ever feel that way about me, and here you are...

[ He's a little disappointed when her touch leaves him, but ah well. He makes up for it by pushing a stray strand of hair or two from her forehead, then letting his hand slip the short distance into her hair. ]

Ha ha. If it weren't such a threat to my position, I'd have half a mind to survey all your friends and acquaintances on how dateable you are just to prove you wrong!

[ Just having his hand there feels incredibly nice, even as Noire peers at him to make sure he isn't being serious at all. He's laughing, so that's promising. But just to make sure... ]

Please don't. I still don't know what I'm even doing.

[ He'd totally do it if she weren't his girlfriend. Don't even doubt. ]

Oh, I won't. I don't need a small army of people thinking of dating you and liking the idea! Even if they didn't know you very well, you're more than pretty enough to pique interest.

That's-- [ would you stop making her blush!! ] I-I'm not the good-looking one here--!

[ ??? ]

Well, it certainly isn't me!

[ HE'S ADAMANT. ]

You're absolutely attractive, Noire! I could've told you that from the moment we met.

I don't remember how we met, though-- i-in your world, I mean.

... But Morgan, you're definitely handsome! I wouldn't say that if I didn't mean it...

[ and she wouldn't be as red, either. ]

[ What a coincidence! He technically doesn't remember either. But he assumes he felt the same way the first time...?

He's visibly befuddled by her assessment, because he doesn't feel or act particularly handsome... but that must be how she feels about his remarks too, so he guesses they're even. ]

Well... heck. I'm flattered! If I have even half my father's looks, I guess I'm running strong.

[ ah, yes, there's the look. She knows befuddlement like an old friend. ]

Mm, you do... but you've got your own charm, too. I-I mean, your father certainly doesn't make my heart pound--

[ Noire, maybe you should stop talking. ]

Oh gods, I'd hope not! That would be a little awkward...

[ A LITTLE. Though Chrom is a heartthrob, no one can deny. His fingers circle idly in her hair as he thinks, running lightly over her scalp and doing nothing for the order of her look this morning. ]

But I'm glad that... whatever I'm doing is working. And for the record, your father doesn't make my heart pound like you do either, ha ha!

[ this is more valid a reassurance than it ought to be ]

[ A soft smile as her eyes close and she shifts a little like a cat in the middle of a satisfactory stretch. He may be messing up her bedhead even worse than usual, but it feels so nice that asking him to stop isn't even a consideration. ]

I think he'd be happy to hear that... he really did get a lot of attention from everyone.

[ She looks so content that his heart melts a little, and for a moment he forgets to speak as he takes her in. It really is a treat to see her so at ease. ]

... I'll have to tell him if I get a chance to see him, then. If that's not weird... it seems a little weird. [ it's totally weird. ] But it should be a natural conclusion if he knows I'm courting his daughter, heh.

[ At ease with a fever, things Noire would not have expected to come packed together. She's oblivious, of course, but she'll open her eyes soon enough. ]

Ah, speaking of... s-should I talk to your mother?

I don't see the harm in it! I'm not sure if there's much to discuss, though. I know Mother likes you just fine.

Does she...? [ well, now she just looks tentatively hopeful. ] I-I mean, she's been nothing but understanding and supportive, but most mothers would probably worry about who their children see--

[ He shakes his head. ]

There's nothing to worry about, I promise. And even if, by some unlikely twist of fate, she didn't approve... it wouldn't matter to me.

... [ Hold on, she's just going to stare at him.

It wouldn't matter to him? To the same Morgan who would have done anything for his mother? ]

I... don't think I would have ever imagined you'd say something like that.

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