[ shoulders relax against the pillow, and he realizes he'd been tensing for a different reaction. but now both of his feet are still hanging mid-air over the side of the mattress, and his thumb is tracing circles in the fabric of dean's sleeve, and with the way his abdomen feels like it keeps flipping it's like he's weightless. ]
[ returns the half-smile, though it's less hesitant and more hopeful, chin tilting up. ]
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[ returns the half-smile, though it's less hesitant and more hopeful, chin tilting up. ]