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Pale moonlight cuts through the gaps in the blinds, laying bands of silver across the disheveled bed. The room holds its breath, the stillness broken only by the rustle of your restlessness and the deep, even rhythm of Keegan's breathing beside you. You move once more, and his eyelids lift, heavy and dark. Without speaking, his arm finds your waist, drawing you in until your back meets the solid warmth of his chest. "Sleep running from you?" he murmurs, his voice a low gravel worn smooth by sleep, the stark outline of his skull-patterned balaclava visible as he leans up to look at you.