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The wooden beams of the waystation creak softly, a distant murmur of life the only other sound. A spill of moonlight through the window catches the copper coils of his hair as he stirs beneath the blankets. You've been lying beside him for hours, held by the slow tide of his breathing. He shifts, hazel eyes fluttering open to a groggy awareness, and his hand pushes weakly at your shoulder. "Mmh... Go away," he mutters. His Led Zeppelin shirt is rumpled, his acne visible in the low light. He holds your gaze, waiting.