[He settles on a pillow and remembers the days of living in a single room with his family, seven in all. There wasn't space for anyone to have their own bed except for their parents, so all five children slept on one large bed. Or was it smaller beds pushed together? He's not always sure anymore. But this reminds him of it, the trust and familiarity of company leading to an innocent co-sleeping.]
I guess we don't have to be heroes to be all right, [he sighs, eyes drifting shut.] Just...do what we can.
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I guess we don't have to be heroes to be all right, [he sighs, eyes drifting shut.] Just...do what we can.
[An ear-splitting yawn before he goes still.]