[It startles laughter from L; the fact that it sounds so strange and unpracticed is the surest sign that it's real. He knows that Myr has no shortage of partners who are to his taste and able to keep up with the rigorous carnal demands of a faun. He knows that Myr cares deeply for him, even loves him, but... the role of beloved and lover don't always go hand-in-hand, and L, as a rule, doesn't permit himself to desire what he doesn't feel is a realistic goal.]

I'll... keep it in mind for the future, when wakefulness is a resource we can both afford.

[Who knows when that could be? It's still a fond notion, something to consider at least a distant, pleasant possibility instead of one absolutely ruled out by Myr simply not viewing him that way.

He reaches a hand down, keeping the clockwork fingers open and at ease in case the wormipede wants to nuzzle into a palm that is still flesh after it's claimed the prize of bread from Myr's.]

I won't go anywhere, as long as you do sleep. You don't seem to really need things very often but... when you do, it's very obvious.