[ Assuming Sora is finally worn out Gren decides to fill Soraβs earlier request to sing him a song before he falls asleep. Cooperation had been questionable, but it was the least Gren could do.
He transitions from humming to singing softly. The words drag almost as if they linger on his lips before braving the leap into refrain. ]
I'm stuck right here again with my feet drenched to my arms, they'll never mend. I'll mumble 'til the end until I find the words. Surely baby, you would've heard.
[ His hand continues on its course up and down Sora's back. Slow and soft. ]
And you won't see me weep, no need to stop me. My own pressures are the most and I've been dreaming...
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He transitions from humming to singing softly. The words drag almost as if they linger on his lips before braving the leap into refrain. ]
I'm stuck right here again with my feet drenched to my arms, they'll never mend. I'll mumble 'til the end until I find the words. Surely baby, you would've heard.
[ His hand continues on its course up and down Sora's back. Slow and soft. ]
And you won't see me weep, no need to stop me. My own pressures are the most and I've been dreaming...