[But secretly he's glad for it. They both need rest, and he needs a moment to himself to think about what they're going to do in the midst of a zombie invasion. He stands and picks a pillow off of the empty bed, hands it over to Oz.]
You should get some sleep, too. I'm going to try and get more information about what's going on out there.
[And before Oz can fret more about it:]
Don't worry, I'll only stay in the areas that are safe.
[He has no desire to come across zombies or roomba cats at the moment.]
( it's good that gil cuts him off, because oz had opened his mouth to protest as he was handed the pillow. as it is, he frowns (maybe pouts), but doesn't otherwise move to contradict gilbert. )
Don't take too long, either. I'm not that tired, so I'll know if you do.
( he's not being difficult, really; it's always easier to get some sleep on earth than the moon, no matter the vaguely questionable camp bed quality. )
[Yeah well he frowns right back! But he also hopes that Alice's presence will at least help Oz rest, if not sleep. He's been without her for so long, and Gilbert, more than most other people, understands how important she is to him.
The easiest thing would be to kill you.
The memory makes him wince, and he turns and starts towards the door with his head bowed.]
( gil's thoughts aren't off the mark, of course. oz has called her the sun before, back in cheshire's world, but here she seems more like the air; it's like breathing had always been unsatisfactory and difficult before, just barely bringing in enough oxygen to survive, only to finally find fresh, clean air and take deep breaths of it. her presence still seems a little unreal, like if he drifts off to sleep and wakes up he'll find her gone. )
[He steps out into the hallway, making sure that the door is locked behind himself, and then leans against the wall to take a moment to drill the heel of his palm into his forehead and take a deep breath. Those painful thoughts had been left behind at home; there was no need to dwell on any of it here. A meal, a good night's sleep, and then all of them would feel better.
Hands moving down into his pockets, then, he starts on his journey to learn more about these zombies and ponder just how he's going to clean that damned oven later.]
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It looks like it.
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[But secretly he's glad for it. They both need rest, and he needs a moment to himself to think about what they're going to do in the midst of a zombie invasion. He stands and picks a pillow off of the empty bed, hands it over to Oz.]
You should get some sleep, too. I'm going to try and get more information about what's going on out there.
[And before Oz can fret more about it:]
Don't worry, I'll only stay in the areas that are safe.
[He has no desire to come across zombies or roomba cats at the moment.]
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Don't take too long, either. I'm not that tired, so I'll know if you do.
( he's not being difficult, really; it's always easier to get some sleep on earth than the moon, no matter the vaguely questionable camp bed quality. )
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The easiest thing would be to kill you.
The memory makes him wince, and he turns and starts towards the door with his head bowed.]
I won't be long.
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Okay.
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Hands moving down into his pockets, then, he starts on his journey to learn more about these zombies and ponder just how he's going to clean that damned oven later.]