[Finally, Durham shifts in vague response to the hand exploring, though mostly as a cursory reaction rather than being acutely aware of who it is and what he's doing. His closed eyes screw up momentarily as he rolls away from the distraction and on to his side, one arm sliding sleepily but smoothly up under the crisply white pillow his face is now pressed into. He's desperately trying to cling on to those last few strands of slumber, determined to not wake up despite being vaguely aware something or someone wants him to.
For his troubles, Cambridge is now faced with Durham's back and, after only a few seconds of irregular breaths in and out while he settles himself again, that slow and steady deep breathing returns.]
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For his troubles, Cambridge is now faced with Durham's back and, after only a few seconds of irregular breaths in and out while he settles himself again, that slow and steady deep breathing returns.]