(does he know what is happening? no, not really. he can figure it out after he allows himself a good 5 minutes of rest, gifting himself a short-lived reward for his dire mission. it feels good, the bed, the softness of fabric, the air feels new and not metallic with blood-- the smell of fuel and burning no longer invading his nostrils.
like, let a man sleep a little!! he earned it!!
and that's why whoever is in bed with him is gonna get a very soft punch to the ribs. it's a male, given the anatomy under his forearm.)
Be good for five minutes... I need the rest... This bed is so nice!! Can't I have that?!
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like, let a man sleep a little!! he earned it!!
and that's why whoever is in bed with him is gonna get a very soft punch to the ribs. it's a male, given the anatomy under his forearm.)
Be good for five minutes... I need the rest... This bed is so nice!! Can't I have that?!