[ K-2 pauses, then completely abandons the monitors and goes to crouch by Cassian's blanket pile. He tilts his head, as if considering his words, then speaks. ]
If I were a stubborn organic child who refused to sleep, and it was your duty to ensure I was well rested, what would you tell me?
[ Cassian's expression turns sour, briefly. The idea of being a parent is laughable, and he was a child who couldn't sleep, once, and now he just misses his parents and misses the what-ifs of a stable, happy, life and shit.
[ Yes, some padding would probably be preferable. He grabs the topmost blanket from Cassian's nest and tugs it out from under him, moving to sit alongside the wall, draping the blanket over himself. ]
[ By the time Cassian awakes, K-2 has shifted so that only one arm is wrapped around Cassian, the other arm extended at an awkward angle to jack into the data port and monitor the storm's progress.
He doesn't notice at first that Cassian is awake. ]
[ Kay tilts his head down towards Cassian and says in what he tries to make but probably fails at making a hushed, spring tone, ] The storm has shifted to the west. We should be able to leave by morning.
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Where are you going to get yarn?
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Farming planet.
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[ Cassian does not tend to cry with a witness. It has happened, but rarely. ]
Very well. Once the storm clears, we will go find a farming planet.
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Pockets would be of use.
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[ Just allow that imagery to sink in. ]
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[ He turns to regard Cassian sternly. ]
You are getting delirious.
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[ Another snort. ]
Wish it was.
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If I were a stubborn organic child who refused to sleep, and it was your duty to ensure I was well rested, what would you tell me?
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[ Cassian's expression turns sour, briefly. The idea of being a parent is laughable, and he was a child who couldn't sleep, once, and now he just misses his parents and misses the what-ifs of a stable, happy, life and shit.
Shit. ]
I don't know.
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You're terrible at this.
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[ If he sounds bitter it's because he is. ]
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He considers his options. He could always monitor the storm's progress remotely. ]
Would it be easier if I were to... cuddle you?
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Finally: ] Wrapped in a blanket, maybe.
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[ Yes, some padding would probably be preferable. He grabs the topmost blanket from Cassian's nest and tugs it out from under him, moving to sit alongside the wall, draping the blanket over himself. ]
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He feels like a teenager again, which is weird. Everything is weird, he decides. His life is weird.]
Thanks.
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K-2 doesn't acknowledge the thanks, merely wrapping his long metal arms around Cassian's shoulders. ]
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He sleeps about forty minutes, this time, before another nightmare has him jolting awake.
Can't win for losing. ]
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He doesn't notice at first that Cassian is awake. ]
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Also he is forever thankful for the arm around him. ]
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