She can get a pretty good handle on the time when it's a fresh count, so she nods, bending to kiss his forehad. "I got this, bao bei."
She strokes his hair until he falls asleep, and she sits stock still, listening to the noises around them. She can't figure a hum of an engine, like they're dead in the water. But she can't figure where's going on either. A station abandoned, but with a hologram ready to go? Food and someone, clearly, taking their things, redressing them? That means there's someone behind it all. And whatever's in the walls. Well. Maybe she doesn't want to know. But what can live in space for extended periods of time?
Zoe lets him sleep for almost three hours, eyes heavy and burning a little from staring into the dark where the light doesn't reach. She dozes, then snaps awake, reaching down to touch his shoulder.
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She strokes his hair until he falls asleep, and she sits stock still, listening to the noises around them. She can't figure a hum of an engine, like they're dead in the water. But she can't figure where's going on either. A station abandoned, but with a hologram ready to go? Food and someone, clearly, taking their things, redressing them? That means there's someone behind it all. And whatever's in the walls. Well. Maybe she doesn't want to know. But what can live in space for extended periods of time?
Zoe lets him sleep for almost three hours, eyes heavy and burning a little from staring into the dark where the light doesn't reach. She dozes, then snaps awake, reaching down to touch his shoulder.
"Wash. Wake up," she says quietly.