OOM: Home, at night

[latino_menace]

A few hours after this...

It's the middle of the night, not that Ramon's aware of it. He still sits in the chair, his neck at an awkward angle but totally oblivious.

The good thing about Atlantean, is that you're too passed out to dream. If he weren't so gone, he might have ones that he'd rather not have.

But as the night wears on, he does shift a little. He hadn't managed to ingest that much.

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Hands slide under his knees. An arm goes around his back.

Without preamble, he's lifted and carried to the bed, set on it with infinite care, and his temple is kissed softly.

Random's up with nightmares. He probably didn't realize Ramon was conscious too.

[latino_menace]

It had taken a while to drop off and when he does, it's a fitful doze, nothing more. The night seems to be dragging on forever and whenever he closes his eyes, he's back in Mexico where it's hot and dusty and Hector is walking away and he's shooting him again and again, the sound of the final gunshot echoes endlessly in his mind.

His eyes snap open but he makes no other movement. He's not sure if he was even asleep at all.

He hears Random breathing behind him and closes his eyes again, trying to forget about it all. But there's no more sleep coming, he can tell by the way his eyelids refuse to stay closed. And in the end he turns over quietly, eyeing Random in the dark but making no noise.