[No real acknowledgment of Cain's sudden absence had been given, an idle tug of the blankets closer, a quiet sigh as he then simply adjusted, remained asleep. Even if he hadn't desperately needed the rest he was far more used to waking up alone than not, Cain somehow slipping out of the room most mornings without ever disturbing him.
He might have tried to blame it on the trust they'd built together, Navigator and Fighter forced rapidly into interdependence out of necessity. But it was a hollow argument at best when the first night they'd spent together, however confusing and... difficult, it had been his dreams that had finally roused Abel, and not the man that had silently left their shared bed.
And now, here in Lunatia, he couldn't say for sure whether that trust truly remained anyway.
Routine, maybe, might have been the larger factor, Abel without the same memories of lengthy days that had bled into lonelier nights that Cain had accumulated over the time they'd been separated; it hadn't been that long ago to him that they'd at least fallen asleep together in their cramped room aboard the Sleipnir. The hastily ignored need to recover, too, certainly hadn't hurt- days spent pushing past his body's insistence that he just stop had lead to an almost peaceful night spent, no energy left to offer up to the regret and worry he would have made his companion otherwise.
The feeling of being watched did at least register somewhere, subconsciously, but without any other sound or movement to accompany and give him reason to address it Abel turned his head away, tucking his chin down and sinking further into the mattress.
He definitely hadn't held any delusion that Cain would still be there when he'd agreed to stay. But it was still nicer to remain in the oblivious before, to have the lingering scent and warmth of him to bury his face into, than it was to force himself into facing the reality he fully expected to find.]
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He might have tried to blame it on the trust they'd built together, Navigator and Fighter forced rapidly into interdependence out of necessity. But it was a hollow argument at best when the first night they'd spent together, however confusing and... difficult, it had been his dreams that had finally roused Abel, and not the man that had silently left their shared bed.
And now, here in Lunatia, he couldn't say for sure whether that trust truly remained anyway.
Routine, maybe, might have been the larger factor, Abel without the same memories of lengthy days that had bled into lonelier nights that Cain had accumulated over the time they'd been separated; it hadn't been that long ago to him that they'd at least fallen asleep together in their cramped room aboard the Sleipnir. The hastily ignored need to recover, too, certainly hadn't hurt- days spent pushing past his body's insistence that he just stop had lead to an almost peaceful night spent, no energy left to offer up to the regret and worry he would have made his companion otherwise.
The feeling of being watched did at least register somewhere, subconsciously, but without any other sound or movement to accompany and give him reason to address it Abel turned his head away, tucking his chin down and sinking further into the mattress.
He definitely hadn't held any delusion that Cain would still be there when he'd agreed to stay. But it was still nicer to remain in the oblivious before, to have the lingering scent and warmth of him to bury his face into, than it was to force himself into facing the reality he fully expected to find.]