💓 :D !
Let Wedge listen to your heartbeat ❤
@reuinlies
Its quiet. In the corner of the room, a record player emits something soft and gentle to fit the mood, and Wedge is comfortably lounged against Leslie's chest. It's a quick and easy recipe for sleep, he thinks, the music mixed with the beautifully gentle rhythm of Leslie's heartbeat.
He's used to Biggs' heartbeat, loud and fast and strong - beautiful in a much different way [but not suited well for sleeping].
Leslie's is calm. Wedge sometimes has to strain to hear one beat from the next above the sound of the music. It's also slow, the perfect consistent rhythm that has Wedge's eyelids feeling like bags of sand.
Yeah, this is nice. He thinks perhaps he can get used to this, if Leslie allows him to keep coming around.
His final thought as he drifts off to sleep is one of peace, and a small smile curls his lips.
