[He's glad Donnie doesn't seem to mind. He knows to some people it can come off condescending, or like they're being seen as untrustworthy. For Richele though it simply reminds him of guiding newbie Executors through training- which was something you always had to find the right balance for. If you helped too much, they never learned how to stand on their own- too little and they would struggle to stand at all.
The familiar kind of dynamic was soothing to him. Natural, easy to fall into.
Between the tinkering noises filling the room and Donnie's humming, Richele's drowsiness only gets worse, until eventually he succumbs to it- Drifting off where he was sitting criss-cross, back to the wall. His chin falling to rest on his sternum, and his breathing evening out.]
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The familiar kind of dynamic was soothing to him. Natural, easy to fall into.
Between the tinkering noises filling the room and Donnie's humming, Richele's drowsiness only gets worse, until eventually he succumbs to it- Drifting off where he was sitting criss-cross, back to the wall. His chin falling to rest on his sternum, and his breathing evening out.]