"Much more pleasant, and also efficient, get your guiding and sleep at the same time."

One final fingercomb of Overcoat's hair, and done.  Well.  Done with what's accessible.  There's a couch in the way.  "You'll have to lay a different way, next time.  I finished this side of your hair.  If you lay on top of my chest, the couch won't be in the way."  What a lovely way to say 'pillow your face on my breast'.  Not sexually, though!

"Reposition and do the next round then?"

“Sure.  Lemme get out of your way.”  Suiting actions to words, she gets up and offers the older esper a hand up again.

… she also drains a water in one long chug.  It’s been a long day.

...Yeah great plan. She'll get a water as well before they cuddle up again.

Then when she returns, she’ll find Sinkhole lying backwards across the entire couch, playing with her phone.

And she snuggles up. She does end up with her head more or less on Sinkhole's chest.

It's just an occupational hazard.  She's extremely normal about it.  And she has other things to focus on, like getting all these tangles out of Overcoat's hair.

The DRT are basically used to this by now.  If you can't handle the sight of a milf and a teen cuddling probably-nakedly under a blanket after a few month in the DRT, the job just isn't for you.  They take complaints about that sort of thing incredibly seriously.

It might make low-fives more complicated, but that's a trivial problem compared to hunting for Menagerie monsters, traversing streets still damaged or destroyed by the earthquake, and getting civilians out of wherever they've holed up 'til now.

Then everyone will be so normal about this.

Yup.  Normal.  Everyone's normal.  Sinkhole's not embarrassed about being visibly cuddling, Overcoat's not having any kind of magical guilt fit, nobody in the DRT sees anything unusual.

.. it is easier when the DRT leave, though.  Sinkhole had covered her chest and therefore her partner's head when they came in for their buffs.  So she can uncover Overcoat and see what she's doing.

Not much.

Well, not yet.  It's a little silly for the person on the bottom to move the person on top, but.  Backlash.  Overcoat's lifted with Sinkhole's knees and hands, and deposited about six inches higher.  Sinkhole doesn't want to lift her neck and hold it up at an awkward angle, so it's extremely normal and professional to guide Overcoat's lips to hers.

She goes where she's put.

Then she will get medically mandated makeouts until her backlash gets medium-low.  Then she gets cozy but medically unnecessary hair combing.

It's very cozy.

She's not going to fall asleep again.  But she's not bursting with energy, either.  The last few days have been long.  She's just gonna finish coming out Overcoat's hair.  She should hit zero sometime soon, right?

With this much skin contact yeah.

When she gets close she will attempt to reach up and return the favour on Sinkhole's hair.

“Lemme flip over?”  Sinkhole is going to squiggle around until she’s face-down on the sofa, head cradled in her arms.  Then she’s gonna just relax.

"This is good?"

“Yup.  Do whatever you wanna.  I’ll tell you if it’s a problem, promise.”  She reaches behind her head with a pinky extended.

"Okay."

It's as soothing as anything can be right now.

It sure is.

Sinkhole is just going to zone out and occasionally make happy noises for a while.

"If I had a hairtie on me I'd do braids for you."

It takes her a few seconds to come out of her relax happy time.  And a few more to mentally replace Overcoat’s message.  “Shoulda got ‘em from my room.  I usually do braid my hair.  Or ponytail if I’m in a hurry.  But I ran out of the shower before I came to you, didn’t have the time to grab ‘em.”