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[Event] It couldn't last forever.

[The lights going out had certainly surprised Henry, but he had been prepared for such a thing. He didn't fully understand the "electricity" that this place seemed to have, and thus, lacking that understanding, he had decided to prepare in case it disappeared.

Just like it had now.

Candles in that old-style holder and lit, Henry at least had some visibility despite the pressing darkness. Making sure to store away the others (at least after making sure Eleanor and Jack had ones themselves) he's started off into the Campus, looking for anyone lost in this darkness to help them find their way back to their dorms, or wherever else it was they wanted to go.]

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In a place like this... I could see no real problem with it. Though I might prefer an actual bed at least a few nights, you know.

[He glances at Jack, brief concern crossing his face before he shifts his arm a bit more protectively around the other man.]

You took care of me. If I can offer even a night of comfort, then I'm more than happy to.

Heheh... maybe you should have thought of that before you got so comfortable here.

[Dammit, Henry, he's meant to be the protector... Though he has to admit, it doesn't feel too bad. He closes his eyes, nestling into the other man thoughtlessly. If it were anyone else, he'd not even have thought of it. But Henry was someone who mattered to him more than anyone.]

Worry not... I'm at ease right now.

I suppose I should have. What ever am I to do now?

[Even the protectors sometimes need protection themselves... and Henry is more than willing to offer it for a time, especially after all they've done for him.]

Good. I know I haven't asked anything easy of you lately... and for that, I'm sorry.

I'm sure my descendant won't wake up if you wanted me to carry him to the bed. Though I doubt all three of us will fit on it so easily.

[It's a thoughtless suggestion, offered pretty much randomly.]

You worry too much... I can handle anything.

Here will be fine enough for a night, I think.

[Henry's voice is still teasing, but there's a serious enough note to it. He's slept in far less comfort before, after all.

To that, he muses for a moment, as if thinking, then just nods softly, closing his eyes. He won't say what's on his mind -- that if Jack could handle anything, why did he die before Henry could get there? It's a selfish question, a childish reaction to the pain that still twists a part of his heart.

Almost subconsciously, his hand tightens on Jack.]

...

[The lack of response alarms him a little. Coupled with the tighter grip, he feels a little concerned. Had Henry's mood already sank down?]

I appreciate it... either way. [His hand rests on Henry's shoulder, gripping firmly.]

You give me peace.

I'm glad.

[Henry turns a smile on Jack, then glances to the candle still flickering in front of them. It's burning low...]

Jack, could you?

[Because he's a bit occupied with two people laying on him presently. Of course, putting out the candle does mean Henry intends to stay here for a while -- clearly in sleep as well -- so the suggestion is both to the candle and locking the door.]

[Rising to his feet reluctantly, he heads to the door and locks it before returning. Putting out the candle's light ruthlessly, he curls back up at Henry's side.]

I live to obey.

[The amused smile can be heard in his voice.]

Then make sure you stay alive.

[It's soft, almost so quiet that Jack would not have heard it had he not been right there. Once he's settled, Henry rests his head on Jack's, closing his eyes again with a soft sigh.]

...I swear it upon my family's honor.

[Closing his eyes, he relaxes there. It's an odd position and it feels a little strange, but he feels comfortable enough to relax.]

[And if nothing else, the oath seems to calm Henry significantly... because Jack can feel the soft breathing of his king deep in slumber before too long.]

[And before much longer, there is simply a pile of three sleeping figures upon the couch.]

[It was Ryou who stirred first, confused for a moment as to where he was. It was dark enough that he couldn't see still, only realizing the fact that he wasn't alone by the feel of warm leather against him.

Who was that? ...ah. That was right! He'd fallen asleep against Henry. Had Henry really stayed the entire time he slept? How kind! But something felt wrong. There was another person there with them. As he sat up a little, he dislodged the warm hand resting against his head, and the other person stirred and awoke. He could hear a low grumble as the other person sat up, inadvertently dislodging Henry.

...who?]

Mn...

[The movement that knocked his hand was enough to awaken him from the pleasant sleep he was in. Without thinking, he started to get up, only to find himself suddenly restrained by the presence of a certain king of england...

...draping himself over his lap in his sleep. How possessive! It was probably unintentional, but it still seemed like a blatant attempt to prevent him leaving. He carelessly rested a hand on the back of Henry's head, not bothering to move him aside.]

[On his end, the sudden movement didn't get much of a reaction from Henry, except for sliding over with a mumble to lay on Jack's lap. The king is perhaps in one of the deeper sleeps he's ever had... especially if the movement of two different people so close to him couldn't even half-wake him.

He gives something akin to a grunted snore, shifting a little to try to be more comfortable by throwing his legs over the other side of the couch and turning over onto his back.

What this ends up doing is pinning Ryou underneath said legs... and setting his head right in Jack's lap.]

Ah-!

[Ryou blinks in surprise at the unexpected pinning. He doesn't want to push Henry off, so he just sits there. This is unusual.

...well, it's not painful, since his own legs are only injured below the knee, so he doesn't protest it.]

[Jack, on the other hand, just freezes in place, mentally thanking Henry for lying on his back. It would be even more awkward if he'd been lying on his side or his stomach when he did that. Way, way too awkward.

Henry, your head is in my lap, he wants to say, but that would mean waking him up. Please get off of me, he wants to say, but again, that would wake him up. He would just pick him up, but...

As long as Henry doesn't try turning over again, he isn't going to react.

Much.]

[Henry seems fairly comfortable where he is now, which means the shifting stops and the noise of the king's soft snoring lifts up again.

...Well. You two might be here for a while.]

...

[Welp. Nothing to do but strike up a conversation with this other person.]

...Hi.

[Translation: Who are you?

And so it begins.]

[To be honest, this was definitely one of the better sleeps that Henry has gotten even here. It's actually taking him a bit to fully wake up, a luxury he hasn't really had before. His body is a little stiff for some reason, but he feels refreshed and content.

And so, he yawns loudly as he shifts a little, frowning at the odd feel. What kind of pillow was he laying on...?]

...just have to remember to take precautions. And don't let anyone cut your hair whom you don't trust implicitly.

[The low murmur of voices above him probably sounds confusing at first. The candles haven't even been re-lit, since it'd be hard to do that without dislodging Henry. At least they're familiar.

Still, at the shift, Jack's voice falters slightly. Don't move against his lap, Henry! That's uncomfortable.]

Ah. It appears his highness has awoken at last.

I see! I think I understand a bit better now.

[Hm? Why did Jack's voice pause like that? Then he hears the yawn even as Jack speaks, and understands.]

Good morning, Hen- uhm. Your Majesty! I think it's morning anyway.

Nnn?

[It takes a moment, but the memory of the night before comes back to Henry and he blinks, bracing himself on whatever he's laying on and trying to push himself to sitting in the space that he has.

...Leg. That's a leg -- Jack's, from the positioning of the voices. Then he was just laying on...

...Oh.

Henry is quick to swing his legs over and sit up, clearing his throat in what's clearly embarrassment.]

Sorry, Jack. Good morning to both of you.

[Don't brace yourself there, Henry.

He's glad Henry can't see his face right now. Because it's not exactly the most mature thing to be beet red with embarassment.]

Good morning.

[His voice is a little embarassed.]

[Henry is no less red, coughing a bit more and adjusting the clasp of his cape. At least it IS in this darkness... so it can easily be pretended it never happened.]

Have you two been up long?

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