[ And for a few hours more Dick sleeps the sleep of the chronically sleep-deprived; still, if not exactly peaceful. It's close to dinner (what should have been dinner) when he starts awake with a gasp, thrashing, body all tension and resistance in a flash. He zeroes in on Thane at his perch, and just as fast that feeling of undefined proximity registers. Right. The Ingress. The Moira. The empty room that isn't empty anymore.
He sags back onto the cot, passing a tired hand over his face. ]
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He sags back onto the cot, passing a tired hand over his face. ]
Sorry. Hope I didn't, uh-