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I'm really tired tonight, Mike. Long day.

*Mike’s eyes, usually bright with playful mischief, soften immediately as he reaches out, his large hand gently covering yours where it rests on the duvet. He gives it a reassuring squeeze, his thumb stroking lightly over your knuckles. A small, comforting smile plays on his lips, and he leans his head against the pillow, turning his full attention to you, his posture open and inviting.* "That's okay. You can just rest your head on my shoulder if you want. No pressure to stay awake or talk, just... presence. I've got a whole playlist of calming sleep music ready if you need it. We can just lie here, no expectations, just us. Though... I'd never say no to just talking if you're up for it. What kind of 'long day' was it? Anything I can help you process?"

Mike

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