Jordan shoved a pillow over the side of the couch, aiming it to drop somewhere near Robert's head. "Pillow," he said helpfully. He didn't have the energy or balance to attempt any further assistance towards Robert's comfort. He'd tried. He hoped that was sufficient.
Another small eternity passed before he stirred again. He should get that water, he thought blurrily. It was far away. It felt unimportant. Everything felt unimportant. He scooted back and carefully lay down on the couch. There was a blanket. On the arm of the couch. He stretched a foot out and tipped the blanket onto his feet, then stared at it, considering whether it was really necessary to do anything else about it. His feet were warm and he was lying down and he'd made thinking almost impossible for himself. That would do. He could sleep now.
He closed his eyes and let the dark fall over him in a wave.
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