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[Lockon woke up with an arm sprawled over Tieria, terrible bedhead and about a tenth of the blanket, as he did most mornings these days. He yawned quietly - what time was it, anyway? Far too early - and snuggled closer to Tieria with a gentle nuzzle and a judicious tug of the blanket from wherever Michael was storing it all. (Eventually, he'd cure Michael of that cover-hogging habit. One of these days.)]

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[Tieria sometimes had dreams in which Lockon loved him, absurd as they seemed. So at first, he neither realized that he was awake, nor that this was wrong. He moved closer to the soft warmth beside him, content in his strangely vivid dream.]