[She calls back, which is unexpected but feels like a sort of forgiveness for the mistakes he seems to make. He sleeps better for it.
Well, relatively, for him. It's still nothing like normal living sleep.]
Old habit...
[That's a lie. Based on old habit, he wouldn't bother sleeping at all. But his brain, or whatever it is, is working now which means it likewise benefits from rest, at least to divide up the passage of time more.]
But I needed that... so thank you...
[He settles down by a window too, close by, but not too close. He glances out the window to see what might be wandering. The dead never look up unless they hear or smell something close, but a sudden light might garner interest. He misses electricity too...]
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Well, relatively, for him. It's still nothing like normal living sleep.]
Old habit...
[That's a lie. Based on old habit, he wouldn't bother sleeping at all. But his brain, or whatever it is, is working now which means it likewise benefits from rest, at least to divide up the passage of time more.]
But I needed that... so thank you...
[He settles down by a window too, close by, but not too close. He glances out the window to see what might be wandering. The dead never look up unless they hear or smell something close, but a sudden light might garner interest. He misses electricity too...]
You never... write in your book... how come?