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They were on Pabu.
They were safe.
Crosshair was tossing and turning in his bunk. Hunter hadn't heard him sleep consistently since they landed.
Wrecker snored lightly.
Omega never made a peep from the gunner's mount.
Tech's bunk was empty.
At least that meant there weren't any light sleepers who could be woken up, besides the ones that already had been.
"Crosshair."
Even though they'd never accidentally wake him up again.
"Mm."
"You're stirring more than Batcher." On paper, it sounded like a joke. In reality, the hound bred for awareness slept in longer stretches.
"That suggests that I've fallen asleep."
He could dare to hope Crosshair was still in there. Snarky fuck.
"You need somethin'?"
He was still mad. He still wasn't sure if he could trust him.
That was still his kih'vod.
"No."
"You sure?" He sat up.
Crosshair turned over to look at him. Hunter's eyes weren't as good as his, but he could see his hand spasming in the dark. Even his elbow contracting, quick as a flinch.
"There are hand warmers in the cargo."
Crosshair had assured the Batch carried them since their first mission on a snowy planet. Hunter was pretty sure they didn't need enough cases to last the whole squad for three rotations, but whatever kept Cross from shaking while he was trying to aim.
He was still going to try and live by that, even if the cold wasn't the issue anymore.
"So?"
Hunter looked at the empty lower bunk across from him. "Heat relaxes muscles, Crosshair. Did you sustain memory loss from your last concussion?"
"Hunter?" His eyes were drawn back up to Crosshair, apparently worried by his lack of response. He tried to hide the smile it drew out of him, but he knew Cross could see him just fine. And that he picked up on microexpressions even Hunter couldn't.
His kih'vod was in there.
They'd just have to draw him back out.
"You're twitching so bad you can't sleep, Cross."
"It's just my hand."
"So you woke me up by kicking the wall on purpose?"
Growl. "That's not keeping me awake."
Hunter dropped out of his rack, going to find the crate that had all their warm shit. He heard Crosshair start to follow before he was even out of the bunk room.
Both of them looking would've been too crowded, anyways, so he just watched. Kept Hunter silent company as he glanced into their crates. He smiled when he found the right one, holding up a few hand warmers to hopefully last until Cross could fall asleep. They were snatched out of his hands with a grumble, but Crosshair already seemed a bit more comfortable by the time Hunter was climbing back into his bunk.
He went back to staring at Crosshair's back, trying to will himself to sleep.
They were on Pabu.
They were safe.
Crosshair was loosely curled in on himself.
Wrecker snored lightly.
Omega didn't make a peep from the gunner's mount.
Tech's bunk was empty.