“I believe we should. Not that I have any objection to finding out you love me. I have been…” Pilore yawned deeply. “Been thinking along those…” He yawned again.
Qildor laughed softly. “Whatever you have been thinking might be better voiced after you have slept because at this rate the sun will have come up before you finish what you are trying to tell me.”
Pilore had the feeling he was right, but he had to say it anyway. “I believe I love you, too, although I did not truly realize it until this moment.” When he yawned a third time, they both chuckled. “We shall explore this in the morning, as you said.” He gave Qildor a kiss which ended in yet another yawn. Against his will, his eyes closed as his body insisted that he rest. The last thing he felt before falling deeply asleep was Qildor
