When Waver woke up, he was lying in bed as usual; he felt warm and secure and relaxed, and he was awfully tempted to just roll over and go back to sleep. If it weren't for Rider's heavy arm draped over his middle, he might have done just that. Instead he sighed, wriggled a little further under the covers, and--
Wait.
Since when did Rider start
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