[He admits, rolling his head to the side, turning to Omar, even though he doesn't try to open his eyes yet. He settles subtly down at the touch.]
Got into a spot of trouble, trying to train in the Enclosure after a really rough night. Slipped up and ended up trying to breathe in some water. Shook me up into trying to do something about it. I was getting four hours a night, on nights I could shut my eyes, and I often pushed through, just reading, or messing around on the network.
[There are a few answers to that. Yes, Omar does help, in that he's a considerable source of strength and balance to Ricki. No, he hadn't helped, in that there had been some turmoil there that he'd tossed and turned over. Furthermore, no, in that he was one of his most frequent late night chatters.
[He's thinking mostly of the latter, the most physical hindrance: all those calls continuing long after Omar would typically switch off the network, all those visits stretching into the quiet hours of the night. He lets out a quiet sound not so much of amusement but of good humor, a little warmth creeping back into him.]
I ain't trying to do the same tonight, though.
[He pulls away, going to find the light to switch it off before slipping back into the bed next to him.]
[Ricki murmurs, and shifts closer. He's already warm and sleepy, and glad that some of the pressure of learning how to fall asleep around another man has been lifted. He's not going to get a choice either way.]
[Tired though he truly is, he's not really sleepy at all, but he closes his eyes anyway and tries to settle. In the dark, with Ricki's warmth next to him, he will fall asleep eventually. He has something of a choice -- he could still go, back to his own room or out to roam the halls -- but he's already made his for tonight, and he stays quiet and rooted where he is.
Until sleep takes him, then, he'll just try to keep his mind blank and clear and his heart at ease; he'll try not to let his own turmoils overtake him.]
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[He admits, rolling his head to the side, turning to Omar, even though he doesn't try to open his eyes yet. He settles subtly down at the touch.]
Got into a spot of trouble, trying to train in the Enclosure after a really rough night. Slipped up and ended up trying to breathe in some water. Shook me up into trying to do something about it. I was getting four hours a night, on nights I could shut my eyes, and I often pushed through, just reading, or messing around on the network.
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[Despite himself and his own sharp edges tonight, he smiles a little.]
Don't suppose I been all that much help with that.
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[There are a few answers to that. Yes, Omar does help, in that he's a considerable source of strength and balance to Ricki. No, he hadn't helped, in that there had been some turmoil there that he'd tossed and turned over. Furthermore, no, in that he was one of his most frequent late night chatters.
He settles on a sly, sweet;]
Gave me some pleasant thoughts to stay up with.
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I ain't trying to do the same tonight, though.
[He pulls away, going to find the light to switch it off before slipping back into the bed next to him.]
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[Ricki murmurs, and shifts closer. He's already warm and sleepy, and glad that some of the pressure of learning how to fall asleep around another man has been lifted. He's not going to get a choice either way.]
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[Tired though he truly is, he's not really sleepy at all, but he closes his eyes anyway and tries to settle. In the dark, with Ricki's warmth next to him, he will fall asleep eventually. He has something of a choice -- he could still go, back to his own room or out to roam the halls -- but he's already made his for tonight, and he stays quiet and rooted where he is.
Until sleep takes him, then, he'll just try to keep his mind blank and clear and his heart at ease; he'll try not to let his own turmoils overtake him.]