Brooke's first conscious thought is that she's warm. Not the fleeting, one-sided warmth of a fire or the shallow comfort of bundling into furs, but really warm, all the way through
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"Fuck," Yorick blurts out. Brooke moving is like an optical illusion. He's been staring at her for so long and so hard this morning the image began to burn itself onto his retinas.
A huge weight lifts itself, this swell of relief filling him up. He forgets to respond, to move.
They've had water by her bedside the whole time to make sure she doesn't dehydrate, and Priestly almost knocks it over as he makes a hasty grab for it.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," he says, managing to hand it to her without actually spilling. "Did you go somewhere nice?"
"She must have, it didn't have you, thunderdome," Yorick says, recovering with a grin he shares with Priestly. It's okay, just like Priestly said it'd be. No matter where Brooke went, she's back, and she's safe now.
His grin shifts back to Brooke. "I mean, fuck, I never knew how loud this guy snored until I couldn't sleep."
Brooke takes the cup in both hands, lifting it to her mouth with care. She's thirsty, but not as thirsty as she'd be if she hadn't had a drink in days.
And Yorick hasn't been sleeping. It makes her heart do a funny little turn to think of them watching over her, even as it sends the guilt rushing back in again.
"I'm sorry," she says around the glass, tipping a tiny mouthful down her throat. "I didn't mean to." She looks at Priestly. "Parts of it were nice?"
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A huge weight lifts itself, this swell of relief filling him up. He forgets to respond, to move.
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"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," he says, managing to hand it to her without actually spilling. "Did you go somewhere nice?"
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His grin shifts back to Brooke. "I mean, fuck, I never knew how loud this guy snored until I couldn't sleep."
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And Yorick hasn't been sleeping. It makes her heart do a funny little turn to think of them watching over her, even as it sends the guilt rushing back in again.
"I'm sorry," she says around the glass, tipping a tiny mouthful down her throat. "I didn't mean to." She looks at Priestly. "Parts of it were nice?"
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