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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[junoit]

[Her brows pinch as she frowns, but she doesn't fight her eyes open again. Everything feels sluggish, her processing slowed to a crawl. It takes an annoying degree of focus to speak clearly.]

I cried. That was weird.

[littletonoidea]

Yeah, crying's not fun. But you usually feel better afterward. It's how your body gets all the extra emotions out when it all gets too much.

[He keeps stroking her hair, tucking it behind her ear.]

What made you start crying?

[junoit]

Hilbert's warden. [She makes a slight face, letting her eyes stay closed but still wrinkling her nose and sticking out her tongue a little. It's not exactly a calculated expression, but it expresses her feelings pretty clearly.] I was so angry, and it--well, I guess it was too much. But he was nice about it after I started crying. I didn't even know that was what was happening at first. You know I've never seen tears? Never been able to detect them, not directly. Changes in breathing patterns, humidity in the vicinity of whoever's doing the crying, sure. But not the actual tears part.

[littletonoidea]

We're not exactly a very touchy-feely lot on our boat, either. Minkowski probably knows how to suck tears back into her face.

[Honestly, patting Hera is soothing for him as well, and he lets his head rest back on his arm.]

Sounds like you got overwhelmed, yeah. [He takes a moment to think about how his computer buddy might put it.] Too many processes running at once, right? It's like blue-screening. If you don't get enough sleep they happen a lot more often, 'cos you need sleep to, uh. Soft reset?

[junoit]

[She makes a softly amused noise. It's a murmur of sound, really, probably only audible because of how close they are.] I know why people need to sleep, Eiffel. I've just never had to... do it.

[She can't tell if her words sound so loose and elastic because her audio is going cockeyed as everything slows down inside her, or if it's because talking in general is taking more and more effort.

There's a few seconds where she's almost out, hovering on the edge of soft oblivion, and something in the feeling jolts her awake in sluggish panic. She breathes in sharply, sitting up a little against him before she realizes their status is exactly what it was thirty seconds ago. Hera relaxes again slowly, unsettled.] What does falling asleep feel like?

[littletonoidea]

[He feels her jolt as she startles awake, and his arm around her gives a quick squeeze to reassure her.]

Well, it's called 'falling' for a reason. Like the rest of the world goes quiet for a bit, and you kinda fall backwards in your own head, to this deep, dark place. And then you don't really feel anything, for a while. Couple of hours, usually. But you always wake up again.

[junoit]

[She shivers, which is its own small strange experience.] I don't like it.

[littletonoidea]

You'll feel better afterwards. [He shifts so he can offer his hand, last finger extended.] Pinky swear.

[junoit]

[Another little snort, and she wrinkles her nose at the feeling. So weird.

Still, she hooks her pinky around his, watching the way they curve over each other with muzzy fascination.] It's not so bad. The having a body thing. I mean, it's not great, but it's... interesting.

[Her eyes close again and she lets them, starting to slide into that interior floating space she touched the edges of before. Mumbled:] Please don't leave. Not until I wake up.

[littletonoidea]

[He wraps both arms around her, and gives her another squeeze.]

I'm right here, darling. I'll always be right here.

[junoit]

[Her pinky goes loose over his, eyelids fluttering slightly as she slides past the metaphorical point of no return.]

You're my best friend too.

[Then she's out.]