[ Neither will real people--Cobb's reached that conclusion, too, and he all but slumps into his chair, hand in his pocket, curling around the surprisingly heavy and comfortably familiar weight. The drink is finished, and he exhales, leaning forward. ]
[ Cobb is intelligent. Quick thinker and quicker to pick up on things. So he knows he's come to the same conclusions in the small span of time. Maybe things won't be so bad. But he'll assume worst case scenario, just in case. It's always more heartening to be surprised than it is to be disappointed.
Snorting softly, he stands and stretches, hands immediately sliding into his pockets. ]
Yeah, yeah. You too. Any longer and raccoons will start thinking they're related to you.
[ Because they need something a little lighter to lift the tension. At that, he heads for the drawer he'd stuck his sleeping clothes in, ready to settle in for the night. Weariness thrums through him like a pulse. He knows even a good nights sleep won't shake it—emotional exhaustion is a different monster than the physical. What he hopes for though, is a dreamless sleep. Not to be woken by cold sweats and the fading memory of Mal's hand on his cheek as she so often did. It's too much to hope Dom will dream so blissfully.
(Still, if there's anything out there to grant him this one thing; let Cobb get some rest). ]
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[ Neither will real people--Cobb's reached that conclusion, too, and he all but slumps into his chair, hand in his pocket, curling around the surprisingly heavy and comfortably familiar weight. The drink is finished, and he exhales, leaning forward. ]
Get some sleep.
[ Who knows if he is or not. ]
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Snorting softly, he stands and stretches, hands immediately sliding into his pockets. ]
Yeah, yeah. You too. Any longer and raccoons will start thinking they're related to you.
[ Because they need something a little lighter to lift the tension. At that, he heads for the drawer he'd stuck his sleeping clothes in, ready to settle in for the night. Weariness thrums through him like a pulse. He knows even a good nights sleep won't shake it—emotional exhaustion is a different monster than the physical. What he hopes for though, is a dreamless sleep. Not to be woken by cold sweats and the fading memory of Mal's hand on his cheek as she so often did. It's too much to hope Dom will dream so blissfully.
(Still, if there's anything out there to grant him this one thing; let Cobb get some rest). ]