[ As loathe as his sleeping form is to let go of his human nightlight, the plucking at his fingers and arms is enough to bring forth a grunting noise and he stirs gently. Loosening his grip and rolling away from the pecking fingers.
He's too deep into it to feel "alone" fortunately. For now the peaceful waters of his mind remain still. Fish nuns and trauma be damned.
He dreams of an ocean, vast and churning. He dreams of younger years and sleeping in the Falcon and in between his parents. His uncle telling stories-- and perhaps assuring him it would be alright. The galaxy could wait, he was welcome here. ]
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He's too deep into it to feel "alone" fortunately. For now the peaceful waters of his mind remain still. Fish nuns and trauma be damned.
He dreams of an ocean, vast and churning. He dreams of younger years and sleeping in the Falcon and in between his parents. His uncle telling stories-- and perhaps assuring him it would be alright. The galaxy could wait, he was welcome here. ]