[After Gracia left, Mitsuhide sat at his desk and began to braid his now-dry hair. By the time Motochika's eyes open it is done, and he is idly fiddling with the end of the plait.]
[The young samurai drops it immediately when he hears the other man move. He stands up and walks over.]
Good morning.
[Mitsuhide sits down on the edge of their bed, folding his hands in his lap and regarding Motochika with bare affection. He is glad to see his lover wake so soon after himself.]
How do you feel? That sleep lasted us well over a week.
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[The young samurai drops it immediately when he hears the other man move. He stands up and walks over.]
Good morning.
[Mitsuhide sits down on the edge of their bed, folding his hands in his lap and regarding Motochika with bare affection. He is glad to see his lover wake so soon after himself.]
How do you feel? That sleep lasted us well over a week.