[The static in Ferran's head is still too loud for him to make guesses as to what she might have encountered, but he can tell she knows what he means through personal experience. His gaze wanders to a point behind her shoulder, the vague thought of apologizing comes to mind—for her experience, for the trouble he's caused, for what he won't tell her—but it's dispelled once she speaks again.]
Yeah.
[He doesn't even think about the answer, really.]
I'd like that. [Even though he knows she must be more than tired, thanks to the hour, he can't deny the offer. It's a kindness he probably doesn't deserve.] Thanks.
[Eventually, over the books or not... they'll sleep. More than likely, he'll be so exhausted he won't dream at all.]
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Yeah.
[He doesn't even think about the answer, really.]
I'd like that. [Even though he knows she must be more than tired, thanks to the hour, he can't deny the offer. It's a kindness he probably doesn't deserve.] Thanks.
[Eventually, over the books or not... they'll sleep. More than likely, he'll be so exhausted he won't dream at all.]