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When the words had first come to Afton Gracey he'd thought that he was losing his mind. The White Knight who had been trying to guide him as the small cat mentored his friend hadn't really been able to prepare him for that part-- perhaps he hadn't thought about it. Perhaps, for him, the words had seemed more as an afterthought and less of an insistence.

The words had beckoned him as he imagined the sea called to sailors and it was upon that first visit he found his signet ring. It had been sitting there waiting for him with not a speck of dust on it in the room that he and Hartley found themselves in now. Simple, round and wide, it was almost like being in a fish bowl (a thought that Afton really didn't want to think about, considering he assumed they were on Neptune).

There was no light save for a soft, glow glow coming somewhere from the dome ceiling above them along with a handful of tiny port holes around the room. It provided a bit of ambiance that he'd found soothing-- he hoped that Hartley wouldn't panic.

Hart.

He eased his grip on his friend before dropping the blankets and pillows they'd both been holding on to just as tightly, taking a moment to turn to the other man. "You're good? Everything alright? Made it here safe, yeah?"

"I'm glad it worked. I didn't know if I'd be able to bring you along too-- I mean, White Knight said I'd be able to, but..." Sometimes he still didn't know if he believed the Cosmos Knight when it came to some of the information he passed on about the way things were. Sometimes it seemed like an impossible amount of absolute poppycock and nonsense.

Sometimes it was useful.

Afton brushed his lips lightly to Hartley's temple before gently letting go of his companion, taking a moment to try the various port doors around the room. Each door remained sealed, just as they had upon his last visit-- a good thing, honestly, as he really had no idea what he'd actually do if one of them were to just slowly swing open

"We should be alright here for the night. You, me, blankets and some pillows... Few hours of sleep and then we can head back home nice and refreshed." He hadn't considered what either of them might do should they need to use the restroom in the middle of the 'night', but he supposed that was an obstacle they'd cross if they came to it before it was time to wake up again.

"Help me make a nest and then we're totally going to crash."

"The way Mags explained it to me is that our 'Wonders' are all places on the planets we're knights of. Except for if you're a guy like him and then I don't really get how that works because the 'Cosmos' isn't a planet. It's just.... Everywhere." If he let his brain linger on it for too long he was going to wind up with a headache.

He watched Hartley at the 'windows' for a moment, suspecting that his friend wouldn't find anything different than what he'd seen the times he'd attempted to peer out past what he'd coined as the 'waiting room'. Still aqua space with a soft turquoise glow lingered in the 'beyond' and he couldn't really tell if it was just the glass, a precious stone of some sort, or if they were really just under water. A part of him didn't want to know.

"Maybe it doesn't feel weird because you're here with me and you know it's safe." He paused mid pillow fluff to watch his companion, feeling another wave of exhaustion threatening to creep up on him.

"How about.... Once all of this nightmare stuff is over I bring you back up here and we can see if there's any answers that we can find together?" He glanced up to his friend before patting the pillow once more. When he was satisfied with their 'nest' he flopped down, tugging one of the blankets up over himself while waiting for Afton to join him. He was absolutely exhausted and wasn't sure he could deal with another round of nightmares, hoping that he was right and they'd be safe for the evening here on Bermuda.

"That's the hope. Worst comes to, I at least know we're safe here." He scooted closer to Hartley as his friend settled down, He could feel his control over his ability to stay awake waning, eyelids heavy and everything feeling like it had somehow settled into slow motion.

He brought one hand up, gently tucking a strand of hair away from Hart's face. "Sweet dreams, Hart."