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Really, it wasn't Sparrow's fault that he failed to notice the time. It was just how he worked, even back home. He'd keep going until he finished what he had to, or until he was interrupted by some unstoppable force- usually hunger or exhaustion. Today, however, the unstoppable force went by the name of Scott.
Sparrow attributed the fact that he didn't hear Scott teleport behind him to him being so wrapped up in this damned gearbox. Actually, since Scott neglected to announce himself, it took Sparrow an embarassing amount of time to notice the other at all. It also took him accidentally elbowing Scott in the leg whilst trying to put up his wrench.
He jumped, and he yelped, and he exhaled a "Scott" once he registered what it was- all per usual. But, looking up at Scott's face, there was certainly something unusual. He was smiling, naturally- as always, as far as Sparrow'd seen- but there was something not quite right. Hell if Sparrow knew what, exactly. He struggled enough with divining human emotions.
"Hi," Scott said, same as always.
"Hello," replied Sparrow. He looked at the sky. It was either nearly midnight or just after. "Bit late for you to stop by, isn't it?"
"Oh, you noticed," Scott hummed, crossing his arms with a shift of his weight.
"Uh..." Sparrow, not understanding, looked at Scott, then past Scott. Finding no answers there, he turned back to his machine. "I... guess I did?"
Scott scoffed, but didn't go out of his way to say anything else, so Sparrow continued working.
He didn't notice the blindness effect until a second too late, startling and just beginning to turn when-
Sparrow retched as the vertigo hit, falling off balance from his squatting position and hitting the ground quite gracelessly.
"Scott!" he said once he could stop gagging. He was somewhere with a pointed ceiling, seemed like an attic. Scott was still looking down at him, arms still crossed, but he had a bit of a smile on his face. Sparrow supposed he should find that reassuring. Despite himself, he sort of did.
"Sorry, Sparrow, but I had to step in eventually."
Sparrow sputtered.
"Step in where? How? Why?"
"You didn't sleep last night, and it looked like you were on the same course tonight."
Sparrow's face heated up.
"Y- Wh- How did you know that?"
Scott shrugged.
"A guy needs hobbies."
Sparrow huffed. He didn't bother calling Scott a creep, as it had never hindered him in the past.
"Well really, Scott, I don't see how that's any of your business."
"Sure it is."
"It's not."
"Anyways, you're lucky I was feeling nice," Scott stepped aside then. "Lie down."
Behind Scott sat a bed. Sparrow furrowed his brow.
"Whuh...?"
"Lie down. In the bed,"
"Uh- No, I got that-"
"Well? Seriously Sparrow, you're lucky I didn't knock you out. It's not too late for that."
"Okay, okay!" Sparrow clambered up, then awkwardly laid on the bed.
"Take your shoes off," said Scott, giving Sparrow a strange look. Sparrow returned it, taking his shoes off regardless.
"Why am I laying down in this bed, exactly?"
"Well, I figured it'd be more comfortable than your sleeping bag."
"Oh. Ohhh," Sparrow said as it seemed to click. Maybe he wasn't as quickwitted as he liked to believe. "Wait, Scott, I don't- I don't want to take your bed, really, I'm fine."
"Who said anything about taking it?" Scott asked. Sparrow raised an eyebrow. "We were going to share. Then I'd be able to make sure you're not going anywhere, either."
"What?" Sparrow asked, Sparrow had definitely noticed a- uh... for lack of a better word, cultural difference between them regarding boundaries, but seriously?
"What?" Scott said himself, apparently either not catching or not understanding Sparrow's surprise.
"Like... like us in the same bed?" Sparrow clarified.
"Yeah?"
"Eh- okay."
Sparrow, even seconds after doing it- while he was doing it, truly- didn't understand why he agreed. But he did, and next thing he knew Scott was tugging the blanket from under him, and shuffling around overtop him, and-
And then he'd settled, comfortably laid on top of Sparrow's chest, blankets to his shoulders and most the way up Sparrow's bicep. And it was quiet. Sparrow... well, he couldn't exactly say he minded. Really, regardless of how suddenly it all had happened, the end result, at least, was rather pleasant.
He was only human (literally.) And perhaps a rather touchstarved one at that. Maybe a tired one as well, he'd admit.
He sighed.
"Scott?"
"Hm?"
"You're not gonna let me up, are you?"
"Of course not."
"Alright. Just thought I'd check,"
Scott snorted. Sparrow tried to make himself detense, and realized then how achey his muscles were, how much his eyes stung...
Sparrow shut his eyes. It was probably for the best, anyway. He just hoped Scott would still be there when he woke up.