Frowning Rey hummed thoughtfully at his words, remaining silent for a drawn out, thoughtful moment. "You should try to sleep, you're tired," Rey wasn't certain how it was that she felt it, but she did. She rose from her chair, taking a step towards the entry into the corridor but pausing.
"Or you can come watch the dawn with me," her expression was tight, gritty with hesitation even as she issued the invitation. It seemed nicer than looking beneath the rocks of her thoughts.
Sleep is about the last thing he can stomach right now, but he knows it won't be long before his body needs it, flesh and blood human that he is. Maybe shorter bursts would be better? Less room for nightmares to creep in or his former Master to slither in to his vulnerable mind.
She makes her... offer, invitation, whatever you want to call it, and for a moment he wonders if the aural hallucination stage of sleep deprivation has begun. But she's still there, as though waiting for an answer. "If you really don't mind," he said cautiously, unsure of his own motives for accepting.
Of course, maybe he had hallucinated the question and now would be met with confusion.
To say that she wouldn't mind wasn't entirely true, but it wasn't a lie either - she didn't know. She knew what it felt like to be unsure, Rey had gotten to know uncertainty very well in a very short amount of time since meeting Finn and ending up further away from Jakku than she ever believed she would be able to go without her family having found her. Tilting her head to the door in silent acquiesce Rey turned and headed out of the kitchen, already moving through the corridor and towards the exit, her steps swift and silent.
"All right," he said, more or less entirely to himself. He could have asked why or if she was sure again, but that probably would have risked revoking the invitation altogether. Instead, he finished the last of his caf and set the mug aside, and strode out after her.
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"Or you can come watch the dawn with me," her expression was tight, gritty with hesitation even as she issued the invitation. It seemed nicer than looking beneath the rocks of her thoughts.
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She makes her... offer, invitation, whatever you want to call it, and for a moment he wonders if the aural hallucination stage of sleep deprivation has begun. But she's still there, as though waiting for an answer. "If you really don't mind," he said cautiously, unsure of his own motives for accepting.
Of course, maybe he had hallucinated the question and now would be met with confusion.
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