#onemanbrigade

    “Petra.” he feels the warmth from the cup begin to fill his fingertips; it’s soothing. A question comes to mind. “Why’re you still awake?”

"The same could be asked of you, but I think we know why."

She teases, lightly, as she comes to join him, a cup of her own in hand. She was taken off of patrol tonight; a task that she didn't like doing but was prepared for it, when he took her place. She still didn't know why he did that, but Petra determined that two people up was better than one.

    “…t-thank you.” he whispers in reply, resting his head against her shoulder.

                                Eventually, his breathing stabilizes, no longer in the fit of sleep he was. She can't help but let out a quiet sigh of relief as he lays on his shoulder. It was routine for them; either he would be the one that had nightmares, or vice versa. She never likes to admit it, but she was prone to them despite the tough exterior she puts out when it came to handling things. Still, she soothes him, the whisper in her ear oddly calming as she continues to soothe him. Gentle fingers find themselves threading through dark locks, holding onto him.

                               "No need to thank me," she whispers back, eventually sitting so that, in a way, she was cradling him. Unorthodox for the both of them, but he needed it.

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They’re right; sentimentality isn’t in his blood, normally. Yet, his thoughts have stirred, and he’s wondered about it lately. About them—Hanji. “Hell if I know. I don’t know anymore, to be flat out honest. I wondered what I thought of you.”

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        "whatever you think of me," taps pencil against their chin, then sketches out an arm, the muscles within it. they seem to have been working on it for a while. "i'm glad that i'm in your thoughts."