[No need to mention it again, because the weariness of patrol and the lack of sleep the previous night are more than enough to drag him down into unconsciousness, even as he curls around James protectively.
It isn't until a very long time after that there's any stirring of consciousness, and when there is, it's punctuated by slight confusion. It takes more than a few moments for his sleep-addled brain to discern where he actually is. He's warm, comfortable, and there's a solid presence next to him, which he rolls over and throws one arm around, burying his face into the hunter's chest with a quiet noise.]
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It isn't until a very long time after that there's any stirring of consciousness, and when there is, it's punctuated by slight confusion. It takes more than a few moments for his sleep-addled brain to discern where he actually is. He's warm, comfortable, and there's a solid presence next to him, which he rolls over and throws one arm around, burying his face into the hunter's chest with a quiet noise.]