[Oh. The steam from the mug reminds him suddenly that food is an obligation too, though he doesn't rise to meet it just now. The days at Asticassia were predictable: waking up, keeping himself fed, keeping the school satisfied, keeping Peil quiet. Moving through the motions. Even here: waking up, keeping himself fed, keeping the school satisfied. Perhaps they're moving through the motions prescribed by the Dramaturge, or someone else.
Somewhere in the chaos of the past couple of days, predictability and many other things had fallen by the wayside.
He sips the steaming beverage while listening to the turning of pages, and eventually -- after he's settled himself and put down the mug again -- is lulled back into his doze. It's not long after that that he sits back up abruptly; it happens a lot, waking suddenly, though most of the time he just knocks himself slightly against his box bed before coming down here. His gaze wanders over to where he last saw Louis. Is he still there?]
[He is indeed still there--late nights weren't uncommon when he had been engrossed in his research, and that habit hadn't been stamped out of him yet. However, the sudden movement at the corner of his eye gets him to look up from the pages to glance over, inadvertently meeting that gaze.]
You're awake.
[There's an undercurrent of surprise in there as he scrutinizes the State of the Elan, but he doesn't quite move just yet although he does lower the book onto the armrest.]
[Instead of dropping off back into the pillow and the lull of the lowering fire he stretches out on his front, peering at where Louis is still settled. Uninterrupted sleep is not particularly a thing but that's probably true of many people in this tower nowadays. Considering everything.
His stare is thoughtful, if still a little blurred by the nap.
After a few moments of deliberation and without any particular preamble:]
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Somewhere in the chaos of the past couple of days, predictability and many other things had fallen by the wayside.
He sips the steaming beverage while listening to the turning of pages, and eventually -- after he's settled himself and put down the mug again -- is lulled back into his doze. It's not long after that that he sits back up abruptly; it happens a lot, waking suddenly, though most of the time he just knocks himself slightly against his box bed before coming down here. His gaze wanders over to where he last saw Louis. Is he still there?]
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You're awake.
[There's an undercurrent of surprise in there as he scrutinizes the State of the Elan, but he doesn't quite move just yet although he does lower the book onto the armrest.]
...Were you able to get some rest?
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[Instead of dropping off back into the pillow and the lull of the lowering fire he stretches out on his front, peering at where Louis is still settled. Uninterrupted sleep is not particularly a thing but that's probably true of many people in this tower nowadays. Considering everything.
His stare is thoughtful, if still a little blurred by the nap.
After a few moments of deliberation and without any particular preamble:]
Do you remember what you dream about?