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"Yeah, me too." Jordan looked at Rep thoughtfully for a few more moments, then decided that he did not care one bit what anybody thought; they both needed sleep. He flopped over onto the cot and looked back over his shoulder at Rep. "You're sharing now," he informed the other man. "Can I have some blanket?"

"Thanks," Jordan sighed, tension draining out of him as Rep made no objections to his decision. He pulled the edge of the blanket over his shoulder and settled down. The cot wasn't the world's most comfortable bed, and it really wasn't designed for two people, but the warmth and trusted company was soothing. The realization that yeah, he really did trust Rep wasn't even a surprise at this point. Maybe he'd get some sleep now.

This time, as he fell towards sleep, there were no nightmare visions immediately springing up to torment him. The solid, breathing presence beside him was enough to stave off the horror of the deep, too-quiet stillness in the other tent. Distantly, he heard Ferros chuckle; the dragon, too was curling into sleep, he sensed.

Harrison had dozed, and eaten, and drunk, and talked to Candace, and dozed more. Sunny kept giving him looks, though, and after a while he was feeling steady enough to go spend the rest of the night somewhere else.

Not that it was dark out, but he'd spent morning-to-evening in the Sahara, and he needed some real sleep. And anyway, he told Jordan he'd come round eventually.

Blanket still around his shoulders, he wandered blearily to the next tent over. Inside it was dark, and there were rows and rows of sleeping bodies...immediately, he felt uneasy, and waited at the tent entrance, not even realizing he was holding his breath. Someone turned over. Somebody else was snoring. They weren't dead. Just sleeping. There wasn't any such thing as snow bugs. He stepped inside, and eyes adjusting to the light, did his best to look for a familiar face. They weren't dead. He still got the creeps walking between the cots, and that feeling of anxiety was starting to crawl back.

The further in he wandered, the worse it got. It was like swimming into the deep end of a pool and getting the feeling a shark was under you. And he was tired. Jordan's cot, wherever it was, was the goal. Home base. If he could just find it... what if it was all the way in the back of the room? Or worse, what if he got back there, and all along...

"Jordan?" he whispered, not wanting to wake anybody up.

Rep didn't wake up, it took him a long time generally to rouse out of a proper sleep, one of those people who clung to sleep like their life depended on it. All he was aware of was that the warm comfy person beside him was fidgeting and edged over a bit with a lazy little grump of complaint.

He didn't wake up however, for the moment.

"What's what?" Jordan was not a morning person, by any definition of morning. He blinked drowsily up at Harrison, slowly coming more awake. Harrison looked confused, and maybe a little shocked.

It registered belatedly that Harrison probably hadn't expected to find him cuddled up to Rep, comfortable as the situation might be. "I was having bad dreams," he explained. It was only logical, really. "He's good at that. You wanna turn? I slept, I feel better."

What are you doing, he wanted to say. What the hell has been going on. Why am I still standing here in this cold, creepyass room and not getting some well-deserved sleep. What Jordan was saying seemed logical, for some reason. But it wasn't. But he wanted it to be.

Harrison gave up trying to register. "...With you or him?" he asked, finally. "******** it. Move over, I'm going to go fetch another cot."

Rep buried his face against Jordan's back and muttered lazily but without an inch of actual anger "Whatever you two are doing, do it and stop talking."

He was a man who valued his sleep.

Jordan mumbled sleepily and flopped an arm over Harrison. Excellent, even warmer. He went back to sleep.