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It's enough. [He grumbles it back, even if his voice is still low. It's hard to keep it level when his voice is still shaking, clearly wanting to get her out of the location to recover. The offer is tempting, but he doesn't need it right now.

Instead:] Just roll to the side, you're crushing me.

[That's not it at all, it's for ease of clinging onto him.]

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Are you trying to call me fat.

[The joke is there for Iwaizumi to take, so he can hide that shaking voice as Oikawa doesn't move just yet so the full impact can be there - he offers a smile even despite the implication that he's too heavy.]

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Yeah. Now shift over. [He jabs him in the side for extra effect, shifting down enough to tuck his head under Oikawa's chin. It feels safer like that, after all, especially when his arm curves over his side and their limbs tangle a little more.]

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So meeean.

[Softly squawking at the jab and shifting, moving with a small laugh in the end as Iwaizumi tucks in closer, Oikawa just curls his arms around and fusses one hand into spiky hair, rubbing his chin quietly into place and shutting his eyes again - because as much as he likes curling up against his friend, this seems just as comfortable in the end.]

Better?

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Yeah. [It's smaller this time, softer as he curls into the other, exhaling as a hand winds into his hair. His own hand ends up trapped between them, holding onto Oikawa's shirt. He can't sleep just yet, but he feels calmer now.]

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Sleep it off, Iwa-chan.

[He knows he probably won't fall asleep right away, but saying it makes it seem like he can lie to himself, that Iwaizumi will fall asleep before he does. Rubbing his chin again and continuing to comb Iwaizumi's hair with lazy motions, Oikawa starts humming again quietly. It's probably some tv show theme song, like X-files - familiar enough to maybe catch.]

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[He's more conscious of who else is in the room to sleep right away, ears prickling to listen out for any whispers or anything like that ... waking up like he did... isn't it a sign of weakness in a way? He's trying, but his subconscious isn't letting him rest.

He doesn't reply to anything else, going quiet as he listens to the humming, eyes fluttering because of the familiarity (and how many times he probably fell asleep to that trash).]