[ It sounds so simple, how she says it. Maybe it is. He huffs, making a vague effort to rearrange himself so he won't pass out only to wake up with a crick in half his body.
Of course she's got something. (Is there anything she hasn't got something for?) There's a second where he almost considers her offer. Tempting, not because everything hurts or because he thinks he can't sleep—if anything he's halfway gone as it is—but because there's...a lot. On his mind. Things he once long buried and should never have been unearthed, except they were. And if he sleeps, he's not entirely certain some of it won't break free.
Still. He never likes being put out unless he has to.
In the end, he shakes his head, eyes already closing. ] This is fine.
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Of course she's got something. (Is there anything she hasn't got something for?) There's a second where he almost considers her offer. Tempting, not because everything hurts or because he thinks he can't sleep—if anything he's halfway gone as it is—but because there's...a lot. On his mind. Things he once long buried and should never have been unearthed, except they were. And if he sleeps, he's not entirely certain some of it won't break free.
Still. He never likes being put out unless he has to.
In the end, he shakes his head, eyes already closing. ] This is fine.