[Jin stirs, but only just. His eyelids squeeze tightly, as if willing himself to open them wide again-- and he relaxes, breathing out a sigh through his nose.
He's got a weak spot. War, rebellion, catastrophe, the stability of the multiverse itself: all of it can wait, for at least a few hours, if it's Asher persuading him to take that rest.]
Wake me up in five, babe.
[He knows Asher won't. Not for a bunch of rebels who are miles away, and not when other members of their team are on call too. Somehow he's coming to terms with that even half-asleep, and he inches closer to the warmth in his bed.]
...fifteen.
[Maybe pretending to make the effort will count for something later.]
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He's got a weak spot. War, rebellion, catastrophe, the stability of the multiverse itself: all of it can wait, for at least a few hours, if it's Asher persuading him to take that rest.]
Wake me up in five, babe.
[He knows Asher won't. Not for a bunch of rebels who are miles away, and not when other members of their team are on call too. Somehow he's coming to terms with that even half-asleep, and he inches closer to the warmth in his bed.]
...fifteen.
[Maybe pretending to make the effort will count for something later.]