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       ’ Am — am I boring you? ‘

Sounding like a child who’d been reprimanded, Tristan furrowed his eyebrows and started backpedaling.  He felt something strange —— akin to guilt?  Distantly, perhaps.

     "That, too.“ He sighed and shuffled
underneath his blanket. "But I meant 
that you’re keeping me awake when I’d
much rather be asleep.”