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[who_me_]

Carcer manages to PINpoint him and Revan directly onto the couch. Cos he's smart like that. (luck!)

He sets the device on the coffeetable and puts his hands back on Revan's head, stroking his hair and touching his face.

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[prodigalsith]

Revan appreciates Carcer's incredible smartness/luck. And he'd be willing to let the 'there is no luck, there is the Force' argument go this time, too.

He leans into the stroking and touching, moving his feet up onto the couch behind him. He purrs quietly.

[who_me_]

Well as it wasn't spoken, they can't have the argument.

Carcer leans back, scooting over to give Revan the chance to stretch out. He's got the Sith's head between his hands as he rests it gently into his lap.

[prodigalsith]

Which is a good thing, since Revan can be quite adamant about it.

He lets Carcer guide his head down, stretching out a bit more. At least he had the foresight to float his sword over onto a chair. He rumbles and wriggles a little to get comfortable.

[who_me_]

"Sleep," Carcer's voice a low purr in his chest. "You'll feel better when you wake up."