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He was busy when Aoi came over to him, sharpening his sword with a scowl on his face.
"Arthur~" she singsonged, wrapping her arms around his neck. He grunted a greeting, not bothering to look at her.
"I can tell you're brooding," she whispers in his ear. That makes him turn and glare. She takes his hand, pulling the whetstone from his hand and setting it aside.
"You need to relax."
"I'm relaxing productively," Arthur said flatly. Aoi stood straight, tugging Arthur's hand insistently, though not with enough force to move anything more than his arm.
"Come on," she pouted. He sets the sword aside, giving her a deadpan look.
"What if I said I can't sleep without you there?" Aoi says with false innocence. Arthur sighed heavily, but allowed her to tug him to his feet. She dragged him to the corner room that served as the bedroom, flopping down in the nest of tattered blankets and squashed pillows. Arthur sat beside her, letting her lean against his shoulder. Aoi pressed a kiss to the side of Arthur's neck, feeling him shiver at her touch. He turned his head to catch her lips in a slow kiss.
"Isn't this better than brooding alone?" She asked. He rolled his eyes.
Amir was the next one to walk in, yawning throatily.
"Late nights all around, it seems," Arthur says as Amir nuzzles into his other side. Arthur kisses his forehead, even as Aoi leans over to thread her fingers through his.
"I think Lettie and Eleanor fell asleep upstairs, Quincy said he'd check before he came in," Amir says, fighting back another yawn. Arthur runs his fingers through the younger man's hair as they cuddled.
After a few minutes, Quincy and Lettie walked in, Eleanor in Quincy's arms with Lettie holding her hand. He sets her down, Amir and Arthur helping lay Eleanor down. She stirs a little bit, eyes fluttering open before a big yawn forced them closed. Arthur smiled at the sight.
"She's so cute like that," Aoi coos as Eleanor tugs Amir into lying down, cuddling him like a teddy bear. Quincy ruffled Amir's hair, gave Arthur a quick kiss, and squeezed Aoi's hand before settling on her other side.
Slowly, the Hex arrange themselves in a comfortable position for sleep; Eleanor, holding Amir to her chest, one hand tucked under their heads to cradle Arthur's cheek, Amir's legs were tangled with Arthur's, one of his hands latched onto their leader's chest and the other hand clutching Aoi's. Aoi was spooning Arthur, one leg thrown over Lettie, who was using Arthur's hip as a pillow. Quincy had his arm around Aoi's waist, his hand being clutched to Lettie's chest.
Arthur smiles as everyone relaxes around him. He is safe here with his team, safe and loved. He lets go of the tension, relaxing into their hold as sleep claims him.