And there was the perfume he'd missed. Good. Nice to have it back where it should be. Without really waking up properly Brice shuffled in closer to her, turning so his nose was in her hair, the way he always fell asleep these days. Something was calling for his attention, something unpleasant, but he didn't care about it. The thing that had been lost was found, he was not quite awake yet, and he intended to cuddle, thank you very much.

"Hey," he murmured after a few seconds, when the memory of yesterday had returned with painful clarity, and he was just very still against her. Was he forgiven? Were they going back to how things had been now? How many times was that now that he'd messed this up? Three, or possibly four... Why could he just never learn? Because it's less fun for the muns that way. Poor boy.