He says, with his eyes lightly shut for a few seconds, before he remembers himself and lifts up with a hum of surprise to stir the milk before it can scald.
"I mean what happens? You don't need to sleep, J's always awake even when he shouldn't be- you're on the edge, he's in the middle, I'm lying there dead to the world but you can't raise your voices too loud or rock the bed-"
"Oh. I mean, I do need to sleep, just not as much as you guys. And we do sleep off and on, talk a little sometimes, or just rest quietly. Sometimes one of us gets up for a while, if the nightmares have been bad or something. And, y'know, you'd be surprised how little rocking the bed a blowjob produces," he adds, grinning.
He smiles at that thought, and turns his head so Fives can see it. He nuzzles into him a moment, and then reaches back to squeeze his hip before pulling away to pour his cocoa.
"Sometimes I hear whispers of it- but it's comforting."
Fives kisses the corner of that smile. "It's nice, having you there, hearing your breathing, knowing you're safe and comfortable. And it's nice to just... lay there and kiss and talk quietly and then drift back to sleep next to you. Comforting," he agrees after a moment.
Quentin cleans the couple of dishes, empties the drying rack, and then comes to join him. He moves to change into pyjamas, smiling at Fives, having a quick look at Jedao to reassure himself he's here and okay, and then moves to start undressing, to change into his pyjamas.
"He looks younger when he's sleeping. And more tired."
Fives is sitting at the head of the bed, stripped down to the boxers he's taken to sleeping in sometimes, with his mug cradled between his hands.
He looks down at Jedao where he's shifted so his hip is pressed to his shoulder and nods solemnly. "He does." He sighs and turns to watch Quentin change. "I wish we could help him more," he murmurs. "He's working so kriffing hard." So much harder than it seems like most inmates do, and he hates to see him like this.
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Date: 2020-04-29 11:54 am (UTC)He says, with his eyes lightly shut for a few seconds, before he remembers himself and lifts up with a hum of surprise to stir the milk before it can scald.
"What's it like for you guys, when I'm sleeping?"
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Date: 2020-05-02 05:56 am (UTC)"What do you mean, what's it like for us?"
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Date: 2020-05-02 12:36 pm (UTC)Turning to look up at him, curiously.
"What happens?"
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Date: 2020-05-03 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-05-03 09:54 pm (UTC)"Sometimes I hear whispers of it- but it's comforting."
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Date: 2020-05-04 12:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-05-04 12:41 pm (UTC)"Go watch over him. I'll be right in."
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Date: 2020-05-04 11:34 pm (UTC)"All right, I'll be waiting." And he turns to head back in to keep watch over Jedao.
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Date: 2020-05-04 11:49 pm (UTC)"He looks younger when he's sleeping. And more tired."
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Date: 2020-05-11 06:25 am (UTC)He looks down at Jedao where he's shifted so his hip is pressed to his shoulder and nods solemnly. "He does." He sighs and turns to watch Quentin change. "I wish we could help him more," he murmurs. "He's working so kriffing hard." So much harder than it seems like most inmates do, and he hates to see him like this.