Reyes was doing far better than he was when it came to sitting up; he hadn't even bothered to try just yet, still laying in bed but reaching out to touch and examine the older man. He almost suggested that Gabe lay back down, but out of the two of them, Reyes might be the one to get them some MREs at this point. Thankfully he was no longer cold, even considered himself nice and toasty.
"You look like hell," he remarked, some of his old humour creeping in. That had to be a good sign, right? He knew shit was going to suck for the next week or so while they healed, assuming they could do so in peace and quiet. "I don't feel like I need to sleep immediately, so that's something, right? Still tired."
He rolled onto his side, which also felt like an accomplishment and proceeded to cuddle on Gabe's hip, sliding an arm around the older man's waist. "We should eat. Can your stomach handle that?"
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Date: 2019-06-11 01:18 am (UTC)"You look like hell," he remarked, some of his old humour creeping in. That had to be a good sign, right? He knew shit was going to suck for the next week or so while they healed, assuming they could do so in peace and quiet. "I don't feel like I need to sleep immediately, so that's something, right? Still tired."
He rolled onto his side, which also felt like an accomplishment and proceeded to cuddle on Gabe's hip, sliding an arm around the older man's waist. "We should eat. Can your stomach handle that?"