wordlessly the sorcerer drew small circles against natasha’s shoulder, copying her own motions against himself. he was understandably exhausted with work — but somehow waking up next to her made it a touch easier, if that were entirely possible. with a quiet hum stephen used his magics to grab a book; the tome floating in front of his face as he simply began to read. he was a bit of a workaholic, in the sense that he was always reading for things to use in case there was yet another world-ending event that required his aid.