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5.
Annoyed
You can't help but laugh as he moans and rolls over, his cheek pressed against your cloak. You're both lying on top of it, while lazing by the lake.
He'd been complaining again, over everything and everyone. You know you should have stopped him earlier, just to help the headache that had formed by your ears go away, but you let him ramble. It comforts you to know he trusts you enough to rant uncontrollably, and tell you his ideas and theories.
You laugh again as you remember a particularly outrageous one, and you've earned a frown and the hand playing with your t-shirt halts.
You've noticed he's made a habit of it; playing with your shirt. All he does is roll the fabric under and over his fingers before he stops for a moment and does it again. You don't understand what he finds so interesting about it.
"What's funny?" His scowl and tone makes you chuckle again, and you roll onto your side and slip an arm around his waist, pulling him against you. His forehead creases in distaste; he doesn't like to cuddle in public, but you fondly kiss his temple and chuckle some more.
He sighs and his stiff frame relaxes, until he shifts over to nuzzle against your chest and to wrap one of his arms around you.
"You're annoying." You smile, and shake your head and kiss his lips softly, before giving off another laugh. But you've earned a bruise this time.
