He's back with a Darlene's shirt, for now, and a Rider-Waite hoodie to pull over it (and, of course, they smell like the good things that Nasir cooks and the young man himself but he does not notice this). There's some pajama bottoms as well, if they want them, and strangely enough they're the right size.
His fingers pluck at the blanket, shifts it away from their shoulders, to get the shirt on at least. "Sleep soon," he promises, but knows it won't be for him because he has to keep an eye on Alexis.
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