Good night, Anon! (TwiggyxAnon, fluffy autism, safe)

"Y-yes, I'll, huh, I'll just go now, and..."
>You try
>You really do
>But your legs won't move
>Is it because of Pinkie's punch?
>You're not drunk, are you?
>Maybe you're having a stroke? Are you dying?
>Could it be why your heart is beating so fast right now?
>If that's what it feels like to die, then maybe...
>But that's not it, is it?
>You simply can't find any strength left in your legs
>Is it because you carried her all the way here?
>Or maybe something is stopping you from moving them, maybe you should look down and check if there's anything wrong with them--
>But your eyes don't obey either
>You can't tear them away from her
>She's right there, not five feet away from you
>She looks exhausted, but there's a content, if barely visible, smile on her face, the signs of how good of a party it was
>The covers slightly rise and fall because of her heaving chest rhythmed with her slow, even breaths
>She's as beautiful as ever
>Maybe even more than before
>You don't know why
>You don't care
>You feel like you could look at her all night and not feel bored
>...can you?
>Could you?
>Would she mind?
>Would she even realize you're here?
>Maybe you could... j-just for a few hours! And leave before she wakes up and--
>Or she could open her eyes and find you standing there, still gawking at her like a dumbass
>Your entire being screams at you to look away, to try and proceed with some sort of damage control
>But her eyes
>You just can't
>"Are you okay?"
>Her voice is soft
>And there's concern in it, and in her eyes
>And your heart soars
>She's such a good perso--pony
>What did you do to deserve being here? Being her friend? Being so close to her?
>Here you are, acting like a fucking creep and thinking about watching her sleep, and yet she's asking if you're okay?
>"Is there something wrong? You know, you can tell me anything,"

>Can you?
>Your lips part, but you choke on your words
>No, no you can't
>And you finally find it in yourself to look away, taking a strong breath and coughing to quickly regain some form of composure
"No, I'm fine, everything's fine, I was just thinking about tonight is all, don't worry about it,"
>She keeps her eyes on you, as if trying to find out if you're lying or not, if you're hiding something
>You don't know if she finds what she wants to find, you don't even know what she wants to find there, but her concern slowly disappears and leaves place to her usual heartwarming smile
>But her eyes betray her, there's still worry in there
>Maybe others wouldn't see it
>But you can
>"Yeah, this party was a doozy!"
>She giggles after her imitation of the pink menace, and you follow her lead, giving a chuckle in return
"Yeah, Pinkie outdid herself, even though I can't even seem to remember the reason she threw this one in the first place,"
>"That's Pinkie for you,"
>You nod
>She keeps smiling
>And just like that, you feel yourself slipping away once more
>Her eyes trapped yours once again
>But she lifts her hoof to her muzzle, and a long yawn follows
>Which is your cue
>You don't think you could've escaped her gaze all by yourself
"A-anyway, I'll get going, it's getting late, we'll have all the time to discuss it tomorrow, so..."
>She doesn't say anything but simply nod in understanding
"Good night Twilight,"
>"Good night Anon,"
>You will tell her someday
>Maybe
>But not today
>Today you walk out of her room and close the door, as you always did