[ Byerly has slept uncommonly well, for a drunk night. He stays for a long while after Bastien wakes up, his head pillowed on Bastien's chest, legs entangled, fingers curled. The change in breathing patterns wakes him gradually, gently, until he stirs, and stretches, and sighs, and ponders that question. ]
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[ Byerly has slept uncommonly well, for a drunk night. He stays for a long while after Bastien wakes up, his head pillowed on Bastien's chest, legs entangled, fingers curled. The change in breathing patterns wakes him gradually, gently, until he stirs, and stretches, and sighs, and ponders that question. ]
Why what?