[Hinata just shakes his head slightly at that, amused, but then he wriggles, shifting up Komaeda's body until he can squirm an arm underneath Komaeda's head, curling it so his fingertips rest at the back of his head. He tugs and combs strands of hair gently, watching Komaeda.]
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Nagito, [he replies, absently, content.] Sleep well.
[And he'll move to kiss his brow.]