[ Somehow, he's able to at least make the noises subdued, focusing on Misty's song instead. Tension eases, and slowly, finally, he's unconcerned about anything outside of the room.
It's achingly familiar to what he and Jim would do on nights when the noise in their head was too much, and the call of sleep was too far away. Holed up in Jim's old office, blankets in a makeshift bed behind the desk. Taking shifts between feigning sleep and watching the door. ]
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It's achingly familiar to what he and Jim would do on nights when the noise in their head was too much, and the call of sleep was too far away. Holed up in Jim's old office, blankets in a makeshift bed behind the desk. Taking shifts between feigning sleep and watching the door. ]