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The next morning, I sneaked out of bed, as I did whenever Jack was here. It had become so much of a habit that I could step into the bathroom, with only the dark, vague light, in complete silence. I heard Jack rolling around, trying to find a comfortable position now that he felt his arm asleep.
I've told him many times, that me sleeping on his arm is probably not the best thing, as he always felt his arm asleep after the night, but every night without fail, he would hug me, placing his arm under my neck, leaning my head towards his chest. It seemed like he did it in a semi-automatic, sleepy state.
I found it comfy to spoon like that, but his complaints in the morning were less enjoyable.
When I came down to the training room, I saw the Major, who usually only woke up in time for bre
