Waking up is overrated. It's difficult to bring his vessel and senses back to full awareness. He's grateful for the darkened room, scrubbing his hands across his face.
He can sense Sam like a beacon, still shining with that same perfect light. Only now it was a light he wanted to preserve, to curl himself around and bask in its warmth. "Where are we?"
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Date: 2015-10-03 02:53 pm (UTC)He can sense Sam like a beacon, still shining with that same perfect light. Only now it was a light he wanted to preserve, to curl himself around and bask in its warmth. "Where are we?"