The house is quiet, the light of the full moon outside filtering through the light cotton curtains to spill a faint pale light across Bran's white skin, his arm flung out across Will's chest
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"I have no idea," Bran admits, nestling down next to him again, resting his face in the hollow of Will's shoulder. "Late, anyway. Middle of the night. I didn't mean to wake you."
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