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"Ah."
Two eyes, amber brown blinked up to the dark ceiling, nose wiggling side to side at the hair strands near his lips. Hunter hair always aims to maim when they do this. "I'm gonna sneeze."
The lump lying right by his neck laid comfortable, curled indifferent in his arms. The mound that was Hunter hair laid sprawled and out beneath Gregor chin, loose hair curls debuting across his neck more or less.
A low groan rose from the bounds of his throat, opting to trail beneath his (stolen) shirt to find hidden ribs. Gregor calloused fingers poked a dormant back. "I said I think I'm gonna sneeze."
The lump remain, this immobile security crate pressed to his side. Two feet shoved atop of his refused to move, their owner uncaring.
Now trailing awareness, Gregor blinked owlishly at the hands curled atop his collarbone and laid there. It was raining when he trailed to this make shift room situation on Triple Zero, and from what he gathered, still was.
For the first time since he awoken maybe, maybe since the very first early morning of his life turning around again- he didn't get up. He didn't expectantly get up already coursing what piece of his beskar'gam to put on first before his mind could catch too. Gregor simply laid there in his sleep shorts, exhaustion leaking out his pores how goosebumps of flight demanded him to be productive.
"Don't in my hair." Hunter voice, gruff from sleep was soft; barely audible. "It takes forever to wash."
One foot hit the back of Gregor bare thigh, legs hidden under (stolen because of course bunny takes his stuff) standard GAR shorts, latched around Gregor like he was meant to be there.
"Says you." Gregor scoffed, unable to think up anything more to say, still happily sated. The additional glow rod he keeps on him laid idle aside his bunk in his other wise pitch dark room on the floor. The soft white light bended and gleamed off the opposite walls, sufficiently the second thing to lift his mood.
Still in the pulls of sleep, unconsciously pulling back to sleep, Gregor hands scaled down the small of Hunter back, humming in the back of his throat. When they ghosted Hunter's shebs, one squeeze later deft fingers lazily trailed upwards to secure his hips.
Finally Hunter moved, emerged from his curled in cocoon on his chest, laid up in oversize shirts and sleep shorts alike. He lifted his head up to greet Gregor own sleepy face, frowning in all his sleep haze. Gregor could barely see his face from the muggy shadows, his own wide shoulders holing Hunter to the wall. His own sleep spell weren't helping, their combined warmth was sapping his focus.
"Ro ro." Hunter mumbled, lips skimming the coast of Gregor jaw, settling for his upper cheek.
"Bunny. Bun?" Gregor hoarsely uttered, absorbed to the needed press of another body to him. He made the liable effort to turn them to the side, easing the other along liken a mere ragdoll. Now he was the one hidden in plain sight, face first to Hunter' chest. He could smell the faint box soap gained from the stashed supplies.
They were all forever thankful Senator Chuchi found a way to endorse their well-being stuck between livelihoods still. But they know, he damn well want to scream it; this won't last forever, living boxed in on Triple Zero.
Soon they'll have to make the big jump, the taped together hope to leave this behind for something. One day beginning to look like soon in his book last he heard from Rex and Echo just that evening alone. His informant was making waves behind enemy lines and while Gregor accepted his lot in life, he was ready to ditch the patience for busywork now.
Osik at least before the Empire he knew to an extent what to do, improvising his skills for that bare bone end of the war. Now its rescuing vod hyperjump after hyperjump without stop- and not nearly enough time to think over lost months, lost time, memories, his friends....
Keeping attune to the imperial radio reports of sterilized beskar'gam going out their way to serve rub him the wrong way. Each time, every time. Those vod were his lifelines entering this war again, and now they're fodder to this new wave of helplessness.
Rex at least was curt enough to let him grieve. He understands that too, right. Right...
"Hun'ika." Gregor whispered, wondering if his voice went unheard. He should stop and try sleeping again.
"I'm here." Hunter answered, unfolding himself from their blanket bundle to bracket Gregor torso and back with his legs. Seconds of shifting later, the two laid unceremoniously warm in Gregor's bunk, squished albeit content together. Hunter nosed Gregor hairline, resuming an possessive track around his head with both arms, his own hands ending near Gregor head.
Hunter's become more pressed not to lose anymore of his own since that awful night now two months ago. The day he, Echo and Wrecker showed up hallow and curb stomped raw by the Empire rippled something between the three.
He can see it, though by now he’s certain how Rex studies them sees it too.
"S'okay ro ro." Hunter whispered back, pulling Gregor from his peckish thoughts. The kisses Gregor felt on his forehead then involuntarily made his cheeks hot, unasked. "I'm here."
"Elek." Gregor responded, squeezing Hunter his thanks as he listen to him faded back to sleep. "You do. You always had me didn't you?" he thought, turning his head to press an ear to a shadowed heartbeat.
Still hidden in the bend crux of Hunter arms, Gregor eyes fluttered shut again, inviting the shadows of dreams to dim his focus away. He's earned that much until the service alert sounds off to be of aid.