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Robert was in the cafeteria. There was nothing out of the ordinary about this. He looked exhausted from long work hours, and he had an extra large coffee twirling with steam in front of him. His head was leaning on one hand, and every so often, he almost nodded off, catching himself before his head fell to the table.

Until he didn't catch himself. And his head slammed into the table noisily. And stayed there.

As jarring as the sound was, this was still nothing particularly odd. Robert had been exhausted for months now, never really getting enough sleep. He'd never worked so hard in his life - and as such, he'd been a ghost of a presence at Deus. Unless someone showed up at the infirmary (and they often did) nobody had really heard or seen much of Robert, lately. He was either there, or in his room with Petra. No more naked runs through the hall looking for giant dinosaur plushies. No more food fights. No more drinking beers under the stairs with Jordan. He was a spectre of the man he used to be. A droopy, exhausted, overworked zombie.

And he started snoring right there on the table.

Robert popped up like a jack in the box and screamed. "WHAT NO-" He looked behind him, soothed by the sight of Eva. "Oh Jesus, sorry sugar. I didn't mean to yell." He gave her a goofy, tired grin..

..and then dropped his head back down on the table. Apparently, he hadn't actually fully woken up, just then.

Not been sleeping was an understatement. He turned his head, and looked up at her through a side glance while his head remained on the table. "Unnnngh." He groaned, yawning widely. "Don't got no time for sleep. Got s**t to do. What are you doin' in my bedroom, Eva? I'm married. You gotta control yourself. I know it's hard but.."

Pulling him up into a seated position was a task that was accomplishable. He leaned back against her, and laughed at her explanation. "Oh yeah, I think I heard about that. He's a lucky guy-"

And then she performed an unaccomplishable task, which was to try and pull him up to his feet. She managed to pull him out of his chair, only to then have all of his weight fall on top of her and slide eventually to the floor.

Where he stayed.

Curled up in fetal position.

"If we're in the cafeteria.. can you bring me some tostitos?"

"Mmmmmmf." That was the only reply she was getting. Robert shuffled himself back up into his seat, propped his head up in both hands, and kept himself from dropping back down to the table again.

Then he opened his mouth. With his eyes still closed, he just sat there and waited to be fed.

He closed his mouth long enough to say, "Uhh, while you're at it, snag me a soda? I could use the caffeine."

As soon as Eva had agreed to bring him something, he seemed to stay awake just a little longer in anticipation. When she returned, he still had his head in his hands, but his eyes were open to slits, staring up at her goofily. The sight of more food than he'd expected made him grin happily, but as soon as the plate was settled in front of him he went green.

"Oh God." He grumbled, sitting up straight and holding himself as far away from the food as possible. "Oh God, oh God-" His body heaved, and he slammed his hands in front of his mouth. "I gotta-"

Robert stood up and ran for the men's room.