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[ressusciter]

Then rest. Unless you have some pressing deadlines to meet.

[Dantes lowers his hands, the relief a little contagious, and turns onto his side to close his eyes. this discussion drained him some when he'd rather linger in the mellow high, and he knows he'd be utterly useless trying to get work done in this condition. his bed's comfortable, and it's not cold - there's the concept of trying to get the blanket up for them, but that's a thought if they get chilly.]

You need the energy to berate me for my life choices later, after all.

[manlet]

[A soft chuckle from Andersen's end. A sense of amusement trickling over from his end of the Bond.]

Do you intend to do something stupid so I can scold you? You're more of a masochist than I thought, Dantes.

[ressusciter]

You'll scold me whether it's stupid or brilliant. I think it's a hobby of yours.

[there's a feeling of relaxation on his end, an undercurrent of ease that's not often present.]

...are you cold?

[manlet]

[He can feel it and he gladly holds it close to himself. Allows it to spread, to dull out his mind and empty it of any lingering worries.]

Just a bit.

[He's not.]

[ressusciter]

Hmm.

[with a sigh, he pulls himself up some, enough to grab the the quilt folded at the end of the bed and bring it up, drawing it over them both. there. that should be better, and the warmth will soothe him still further as he settles back down, shutting his eyes again.]

[manlet]

[He can't remember the last time he'd been so close to someone. And for it to be with Edmond Dantes, of all people? It sounds closer to a comedic script than something real. Yet here they were, side-by-side, just close enough to hear each other breathe. For better or for worse, they were indeed friends.

After a few seconds of silence, he moves his head so it may rest on Dantes's arm. Just to make himself comfortable enough to sleep.]