[He sleeps with his back to a wall, in a corner of the bedroom, on the floor where he's completely hidden from the door that's not there anymore. He would have liked to have cleaned his clothes, or even better, have new ones, but if Zarkon is going to see him than the fighter garb will have to remain. His shower washed off all the salve but he thinks it maybe did its work all the same. The burns don't hurt the way he knows they should and they look less raw and angry than usual. He knows that won't last past his next bout with the bracelet but while it does...
His body can tuck up amazingly small given his size and the corner he's chosen is dark. He's mostly curled up under a night table of some kind, on the far side of the bed from the door, giving him extra protection. He'd considered the closet but it was too big to feel secure so the corner and the table had to do. The nightmares come. The nightmares always come and his breathing goes fast and strained but his body is far too exhausted, and too well trained, to wake up. Even shallow, haunted sleep is sleep and he needs it.
Her earring is curled up in his closed hand.
He'll wake up when the door opens. There's no reason for him to be up before that. He'll take every break he can get. It's simple survival.]
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His body can tuck up amazingly small given his size and the corner he's chosen is dark. He's mostly curled up under a night table of some kind, on the far side of the bed from the door, giving him extra protection. He'd considered the closet but it was too big to feel secure so the corner and the table had to do. The nightmares come. The nightmares always come and his breathing goes fast and strained but his body is far too exhausted, and too well trained, to wake up. Even shallow, haunted sleep is sleep and he needs it.
Her earring is curled up in his closed hand.
He'll wake up when the door opens. There's no reason for him to be up before that. He'll take every break he can get. It's simple survival.]