Ivar's weariness overcomes him and he falls asleep without another word, unusual for someone who always has to get the last one in. He'll continue this later on once he wakes up.
He makes a sound that could easily be a purr as he sleeps when Heahmund begins to stroke his hand through his hair, the hand on his thigh subconsciously clutching him just a little tighter. Perhaps he's somewhere far away in his mind, back when he was still a small child with most of his innocence intact.
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He makes a sound that could easily be a purr as he sleeps when Heahmund begins to stroke his hand through his hair, the hand on his thigh subconsciously clutching him just a little tighter. Perhaps he's somewhere far away in his mind, back when he was still a small child with most of his innocence intact.