[ When Steven's voice does finally register, at least in some kind of vague, buzzed, dreamlike state, it only very belatedly occurs to Marc that it's intensely weird that he wouldn't have jolted awake the moment he was subconsciously aware that he's not alone in bed. He's had to roll straight out of bed and into a fight before, more than once, which is a big reason why he's not usually a heavy sleeper unless he's really overdone it on the alcohol. Or other things. But even then his instincts are sharp, though obviously that just doesn't count with Steven, who doesn't set off any of those alarm bells, even when this shouldn't be possible.
Some distant part of his mind, still hazy from sleep, is very secure in assuming that this has to be a dream, something conjured up in his own head, so it's actually not surprising that Steven's here too. Of course he would be. It's not a huge shock that he would be sprawled out in bed like a desperate starfish either, though this feels less random and more specifically aimed at winding them in as close to each other as they can be without... well, the actual 'being in the same body' thing. Except apparently he's settled a little too heavily on Steven's arm somewhere along the way. Weird for that to matter in a dream, but who's he to judge weird anymore?
He makes a soft noise that's somewhere between a grunt and a sigh, pushing against his elbow to relieve the pressure on the pinned arm, but the move does mean his face is nuzzled in against the back of Steven's neck in a way that would absolutely be awkward if he were awake enough to think about it at the moment. But he's not, and he's not sure he wants to be.
This feels nice, and maybe he just wants to hang onto that a little while longer without ruining it by overthinking the whole thing. If Steven doesn't beat him to it. ]
Don't wanna wake up yet. [ He grumbles, his breath warm on Steven's neck, just in case everyone here wasn't fully aware of his stance on this at the moment. ]
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Some distant part of his mind, still hazy from sleep, is very secure in assuming that this has to be a dream, something conjured up in his own head, so it's actually not surprising that Steven's here too. Of course he would be. It's not a huge shock that he would be sprawled out in bed like a desperate starfish either, though this feels less random and more specifically aimed at winding them in as close to each other as they can be without... well, the actual 'being in the same body' thing. Except apparently he's settled a little too heavily on Steven's arm somewhere along the way. Weird for that to matter in a dream, but who's he to judge weird anymore?
He makes a soft noise that's somewhere between a grunt and a sigh, pushing against his elbow to relieve the pressure on the pinned arm, but the move does mean his face is nuzzled in against the back of Steven's neck in a way that would absolutely be awkward if he were awake enough to think about it at the moment. But he's not, and he's not sure he wants to be.
This feels nice, and maybe he just wants to hang onto that a little while longer without ruining it by overthinking the whole thing. If Steven doesn't beat him to it. ]
Don't wanna wake up yet. [ He grumbles, his breath warm on Steven's neck, just in case everyone here wasn't fully aware of his stance on this at the moment. ]