[A comment like that deserves... something. Yoshitsugu is so close to sleep again that he can't manage much, but he squeezes out a dry tone so he can say:]
Of course you are, Takatora.
[That's it from him for at least an hour; the pace of his breathing makes it clear he's back to dreaming.]
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Of course you are, Takatora.
[That's it from him for at least an hour; the pace of his breathing makes it clear he's back to dreaming.]