[ Enjolras instinctively tightened his grip on his pillow as soon as he'd felt it start to shift, his foot drawing away from the bed in favour of pulling up his knees, and rolling back onto his side. ]
It's too early. [ He (did not) whined, clinging to the pillow and willing to put up a fight for it. Why, at this point, was still a little beyond him- as he was fighting with some strange entity that he himself had called petulant, but was now being just as childish in the way he was trying to cling to his pillow. ]
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It's too early. [ He (did not) whined, clinging to the pillow and willing to put up a fight for it. Why, at this point, was still a little beyond him- as he was fighting with some strange entity that he himself had called petulant, but was now being just as childish in the way he was trying to cling to his pillow. ]