[The important thing is that he tried his very best. Or at least close enough to it. Bruno's satisfied with the attempt anyway, and the promise even if he knows the not sleeping is definitely a lie.]
[Bruno pulls the blankets in the spot beside him back, scooting the pillow down some and gives him a small nudge to move there.]
[He falls onto the pillow, mashing his face against it with a satisfied nnn. It's a good pillow. It's a good bed, soft without being too soft, just the way he likes it. Jean yanks the blanket to his shoulders, his eyes already half-closed.]
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[Bruno pulls the blankets in the spot beside him back, scooting the pillow down some and gives him a small nudge to move there.]
Here.
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Don't leave.
[At least: not while he's still awake.]
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I won't. Don't worry, patatino.
[Once he's settled, Bruno leans back some to rest on an elbow and rub Polnareff's back in slow circles.]
I'll stay right here.