[David doesn't doze through that. Declan is gentle, but this hurts no matter how gentle on it.
His eyes are closed, though, his head tilted back against the chair. Cycling through attempts at meditation - a skill he'd never actually managed to achieve.
He would be dead if Chives ever decided the King shouldn't remain - the trust was implicit.]
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His eyes are closed, though, his head tilted back against the chair. Cycling through attempts at meditation - a skill he'd never actually managed to achieve.
He would be dead if Chives ever decided the King shouldn't remain - the trust was implicit.]