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Marco shifted to where she made him, settling silently as he drifted close to sleep just from her motions alone. |
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she kept running her fingers through his hair worried about how his meds affected him |
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Eventually Marco did drift off into sleep, essential an extra heavy blanket on her. |
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she kept running her fingers through his hair the feeling calming her down slightly but she was still worried, with her free hand she grabbed her phone and looked up a whole bunch of stuff about anxiety and diffrent meds that could help and the side effects to the meds |
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He stirred slightly, muttering something under his breath, twitching before stilling once more. "Sorry. . . they're. . . new, is all. . ." Marco murmured, falling silent once again. |
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she felt bad for him as she kept running her fingers through his hair |
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Marco stayed asleep, silent besides the sound of his breathing. |
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she kept looking up ways to help him with everything |
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Eventually dawn broke, waking Marco up as his eyes fluttered open, glancing up at Amy before curling into her. "Morning," He murmured, voice low and rough. |
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she had woken up and looked down to him, her hands still in his hair but her phone was on the nightstand and charging |
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