[Anyone listening at the door might think Erhard is trysting with someone, such is the quiet groan he makes. He doesn't dare open his eyes, his head swimming in a way that ensures he'll be dizzy if he does. Instead he focuses on the warm weightlessness, the soft sounds of Natsuno feeding.]
... thank you....
[It's barely a whisper, but he knows Natsuno will hear it. They're using each other, but it doesn't matter. With this, he'll sleep, and with sleep he'll regain control of himself.]
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... thank you....
[It's barely a whisper, but he knows Natsuno will hear it. They're using each other, but it doesn't matter. With this, he'll sleep, and with sleep he'll regain control of himself.]