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[flashback] uneasy sleep
Edgar outgrew his oil drum crib a while ago. Long enough that he's spent more time sleeping in Curtis's bed than he did in the crib; long enough that Curtis is used to squishing awkwardly to one side to make room for the warm weight on his other. It's not like anybody can get real breathing room back here anyway. What's losing a little more of it?
Because consensus moved through the Tail a while ago, unspoken but clear, that the full-sized cots and hammocks would only be given to people who couldn't fit anywhere else. That doesn't include Edgar yet -- and Edgar is Curtis's responsibility.
He drifted off to the usual sounds of the train rattling and Edgar breathing. The kid's not wheezing, he thought just before succumbing to sleep. Good. Don't want him catching whatever's going around the Tail lately.
Because consensus moved through the Tail a while ago, unspoken but clear, that the full-sized cots and hammocks would only be given to people who couldn't fit anywhere else. That doesn't include Edgar yet -- and Edgar is Curtis's responsibility.
He drifted off to the usual sounds of the train rattling and Edgar breathing. The kid's not wheezing, he thought just before succumbing to sleep. Good. Don't want him catching whatever's going around the Tail lately.
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"Feel better," he says as he lets go. "G'night."
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He wriggles out from under the blanket, and shins down the ladder as quickly as he can to get back under his own blanket before he loses all the warmth.
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Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to give that bed to Edgar after all. It's only his first night, though. It's probably normal for a little bit of separation anxiety, right? Give it a couple more days.
Maybe, by then, Curtis will be used to having all this extra space in his bunk, too.