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[ktwo]

[ He pauses in his calculations, turning his head to regard Cassian and his blanket pile. ]

It would be better for both of us if we were not here.

[ouzel]

Yeah, well.

[ That's not exactly untrue. ]

It'd be worse for me if I was here and you weren't, was my point.

[ktwo]

Yes. [ He nods, returning to the monitors. ] That would undoubtedly be worse for you.

[ouzel]

[ Cassian rolls his eyes and finishes his tea, curling himself into a ball and trying to ignore the seeping cold. He'll survive, he's relatively sure of it, but he hates feeling trapped. Even with Kay, who helps a lot, Cassian fidgets and pulls at being locked in one place, unable to move, unable to leave.

Not to mention the fact that he's worried they're practically sitting ducks for scavengers or anyone else who decides to come poking around during the storm.

Eventually he drifts off, but within a few minutes startles awake again.

Nightmares. Kay is probably used to Cassian's broken sleep cycle by now. ]

I should make you a sweater.

[ A beat. ]

I'm serious.

[ktwo]

[ When he hears Cassian's fidgeting stop, K-2 peers over his shoulder to check that he's fallen asleep. He then begins a mental timer counting down until-- Ah. Eight minutes, thirty four seconds. Not bad. ]

I know you are.

[ That doesn't mean that a sweater would have any purpose for K-2SO. But he knows that in this state, telling Cassian such would be pointless. ]

You haven't got any yarn.

[ouzel]

[ Not bad, considering...well considering that Cassian is a hot mess, yeah. ]

It would be good, then I could hug you when it's cold and not get stuck.

[ Also it gives him something to do, something with his hands, something not innately destructive. ]

I'll get yarn.

[ktwo]

Getting stuck would only be an issue if you were to lick me. [ A pause. ] Please do not lick me.

Where are you going to get yarn?

[ouzel]

What if I cried and hugged you really tightly? [ Cassian sticks his tongue out but doesn't move from his blanket nest. ]

Farming planet.

[ktwo]

That is unlikely to happen.

[ 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.

[ouzel]

Good. [ Cassian sighs, burrowing a little deeper. ] What color?

[ktwo]

White --no, [ He turns, raising a single finger in a point. This is an important matter. ] Cream.

[ouzel]

Cream it is. Do you want pockets? [ His eyes slide shut but he won't be falling asleep again. ]

[ktwo]

[ Cassian needs more than eight minutes of sleep. K-2 waits for five whole minutes before responding, hoping he will doze off again. ]

Pockets would be of use.

[ouzel]

[ He's somewhere in that in-between state of sleepiness and being awake. ] One big one in the middle?

[ktwo]

Then I would be like a Taun taun mother with a cub. No, two pockets on either side will do.

[ Just allow that imagery to sink in. ]

[ouzel]

[ There's a snorting noise from Cassian. ] Would not. Fine. Side pockets.

[ktwo]

Sleep now.

[ He turns to regard Cassian sternly. ]

You are getting delirious.

[ouzel]

S'not that simple.

[ Another snort. ]

Wish it was.

[ktwo]

[ 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?

[ouzel]

Kay that's an awful question.

[ 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.

[ktwo]

[ K-2 curls his fingers, and flexes them. He's at a loss. ]

You're terrible at this.

[ouzel]

You'll have to forgive me, I've never been a parent and it's been almost twenty years since I was a child.

[ If he sounds bitter it's because he is. ]

[ktwo]

[ Knowing what he does of Cassian's background, K-2 knows better than to ask the followup question, "what did your parents say to you then?"

He considers his options. He could always monitor the storm's progress remotely. ]

Would it be easier if I were to... cuddle you?

[ouzel]

[ Cassian gives a soft snort, but no other reply for a moment. He's thinking about it.

Finally: ] Wrapped in a blanket, maybe.

[ktwo]

Very well.

[ 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. ]