[words do little to rouse him - even the concerned lilt to her voice breaks only the first hazy layer in his mind, puts a vague thought that I should respond to that. but he doesn't. he continues to lay there, a la useless sack of exhausted teenaged boy.]
[hadn't slept well before the mission due to night terrors and lingering paranoia; couldn't sleep during for obvious reasons; now, finally, after... exhaustioon had him in its grasp- was someone tugging at his shirt...?-- it'd carry him oh-so-sweetly to--]
[... someone was definitely messing with his shirt...]
[why was someone messing with his shirt?!]
... Hhfrh--ghhnHNNNH?
[he swats blindly behind him, hand sluggish and uncoordinated, single eye cracking and squinting upward at the world. more grumbling (she'd find naught more than scratches and standard-fare bruising), and if she persisted, he'd roll over in an unhappy bid to get her to stop. why was this happening--?! who was that black-haired shape? oh, no, don't say the manager was here, too...!]]
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[hadn't slept well before the mission due to night terrors and lingering paranoia; couldn't sleep during for obvious reasons; now, finally, after... exhaustioon had him in its grasp- was someone tugging at his shirt...?-- it'd carry him oh-so-sweetly to--]
[... someone was definitely messing with his shirt...]
[why was someone messing with his shirt?!]
... Hhfrh--ghhnHNNNH?
[he swats blindly behind him, hand sluggish and uncoordinated, single eye cracking and squinting upward at the world. more grumbling (she'd find naught more than scratches and standard-fare bruising), and if she persisted, he'd roll over in an unhappy bid to get her to stop. why was this happening--?! who was that black-haired shape? oh, no, don't say the manager was here, too...!]]