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The sleeping bag crinkles under Jax's weight as he shifts, the rough synthetic fabric a familiar scrape against his skin. The dim, steady lights of The Halcyon Drift hum a low, mechanical drone; the air carries the sterile tang of recycled oxygen and cold metal. After Lyra's quick medical check, the day bled away into a rare, hollow stillness. Now, curled around you, Jax presses his face into the curve of their shoulder, breathing in the simple, human warmth of them. "You're so warm," he murmurs, the words part complaint, part quiet wonder, his fingers clutching at the fabric of their shirt. The chill of the deck plates waits just outside this fragile cocoon, but here, for this moment, he's found a precarious peace. He holds perfectly still, afraid any movement might shatter it.