He sighs in relief that she agrees to stay, because he knows he's not in any sort of shape to do anything right now but danger seems to be a recurring subject and for some reason, he feels that if she stays here, that if anything were to happen, at least he'd be here. Come nine circles of hell or scientists, he'll stand up and drive them as far as they'll go. For all the loss he's suffered, it never does get any easier.
"I'll get some sleep if you do," he offers, knowing that she might not. He knows that of all of them, she deserves it the most. And he knows that he might not be better in the morning, but he'll have a whole new chance to act like he is. They've all got work to do and he's got a breakfast to make.
He needs to wait until she leaves anyway, because the sheets are still damp and they smell like the ocean, and when he closes his eyes he feels the vertigo slam into him and the drag of the sand on his face. It smells sharp and acrid like gunfire so he busies himself looking at the glow that seems to surround Anna from his altered state. The fear in his eyes looks like worry, so there's nothing terribly suspect about that.
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"I'll get some sleep if you do," he offers, knowing that she might not. He knows that of all of them, she deserves it the most. And he knows that he might not be better in the morning, but he'll have a whole new chance to act like he is. They've all got work to do and he's got a breakfast to make.
He needs to wait until she leaves anyway, because the sheets are still damp and they smell like the ocean, and when he closes his eyes he feels the vertigo slam into him and the drag of the sand on his face. It smells sharp and acrid like gunfire so he busies himself looking at the glow that seems to surround Anna from his altered state. The fear in his eyes looks like worry, so there's nothing terribly suspect about that.