[it's difficult to properly calculate the time between those breaks in weakened composure and the weariness draining grief of momentum, but Manabu eventually just doesn't have the energy to sob the way he needs to, instead just going as still as trembling misery allows while awake. even then, it's not long before fitful sleep gloms on (poor Grey, subject to even more twitchy limbs and restless rest thanks to a confined bag on the floor), and Manabu's more overwarm than cold - a sweaty, fidgety shape whose fever is only discontent.
even that wears out at some point, though not swiftly, but there's maybe an hour or two without all the twitching or stifled grumblings of fitful sleep where real rest can happen, for all the good it'll do. better than nothing, really.
the remains of those mumbled assurances, real or just wished for, linger at the edges of consciousness when Manabu blinks his eyes open and realizes he's not constrained by medical restraints - that's just Grey's body.
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on 2025-01-18 07:54 pm (UTC)even that wears out at some point, though not swiftly, but there's maybe an hour or two without all the twitching or stifled grumblings of fitful sleep where real rest can happen, for all the good it'll do. better than nothing, really.
the remains of those mumbled assurances, real or just wished for, linger at the edges of consciousness when Manabu blinks his eyes open and realizes he's not constrained by medical restraints - that's just Grey's body.
he's still not made any of this up yet.]