[ He doesn't yell, and Jesse curls into the touch. He doesn't hesitate, not right now, because he's not asleep, and he knows it. He doesn't know how he does, he just does, and -- well, if it is a dream, whatever. He can comfort himself this way. Nobody else is going to do it. Jesse turns and presses his face against Galen's chest, sniffing, clinging at the back of Galen's shirt. He's here. He's not gone.
He should tell Kenzi but for right now, all Jesse wants is Galen to himself, until the other shoe drops. ] While ago. [ He mumbles, twitching. ] Hours ago. Lasts real long. Think m'starting t'come down, though, I -- m'hungry, I ain't slept, my head hurts.
M'sorry. [ He knows Galen's probably just as tired. ] M'sorry, I can't sleep.
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He should tell Kenzi but for right now, all Jesse wants is Galen to himself, until the other shoe drops. ] While ago. [ He mumbles, twitching. ] Hours ago. Lasts real long. Think m'starting t'come down, though, I -- m'hungry, I ain't slept, my head hurts.
M'sorry. [ He knows Galen's probably just as tired. ] M'sorry, I can't sleep.