[There's contact. More than he's used to having -- more than he's had in... years? It's strange. Not bad, not upsetting, but strange. Who would do that? Who would be the one to touch him like that? Someone ... one of the team? Or -- ]
[There are faces suddenly flitting through the images of stars, his own alien skies and the ones Bellamy has supplied. Pale hair around delicately marked features, cheeks touched with pink. And then another with bone-white skin and terrified eyes -- it could be Pidge, if not for the haircut being ragged and unkempt. The only ones he can imagine would be the ones to try and reassure.]
[And no, if he sleeps, he'll miss them. For all the urging to rest, he's still struggling to climb up out of his impromptu hibernation.]
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[There are faces suddenly flitting through the images of stars, his own alien skies and the ones Bellamy has supplied. Pale hair around delicately marked features, cheeks touched with pink. And then another with bone-white skin and terrified eyes -- it could be Pidge, if not for the haircut being ragged and unkempt. The only ones he can imagine would be the ones to try and reassure.]
[And no, if he sleeps, he'll miss them. For all the urging to rest, he's still struggling to climb up out of his impromptu hibernation.]