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: 2020-05-04 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.