[That night for the first time in a long while, Eustace had a peaceful, dreamless sleep. Whether he felt some sense of comfort and security being next to Tifa, a relief from sharing his story, the full weight of exhaustion, or a combination of all of the above, for once he barely stirs as the two gradually shift and adjust throughout the night to end up in the position they're in.
Granted, Eustace is actually used to sleeping with someone by now—or rather, sleeping with Eria. Whether his body realized the difference or not, feeling Tifa's long hair, warmth, and smaller frame made it automatically move so that he hugged her, his arm going over Tifa not that different from what's become usual.
And he's still sleepy, uncharacteristically groggy as his ear flicks slightly at first from Clover's loud cry, his brows scrunching in mild annoyance. He just grumbles under his breath before his arm tightens over Tifa, pulling her closer as his face nuzzles against hers, as if trying to bury it in what he would have initially to assumed to be Eria's fur.
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Granted, Eustace is actually used to sleeping with someone by now—or rather, sleeping with Eria. Whether his body realized the difference or not, feeling Tifa's long hair, warmth, and smaller frame made it automatically move so that he hugged her, his arm going over Tifa not that different from what's become usual.
And he's still sleepy, uncharacteristically groggy as his ear flicks slightly at first from Clover's loud cry, his brows scrunching in mild annoyance. He just grumbles under his breath before his arm tightens over Tifa, pulling her closer as his face nuzzles against hers, as if trying to bury it in what he would have initially to assumed to be Eria's fur.
Give him like. Another few seconds.]