[ Luckily, Locus can still move. It takes a little shifting, but he gets where York is trying to move him and pushes himself up with effort onto his knees. His legs are still a little shaky by the time he rolls onto the bunk proper, head sinking to rest in the curl of his arm.
His other hand reaches quietly for any part of York he can touch, just for that sense of grounding. He's starting to come back around, by degrees, but he'd gone deep this time around. The fog wasn't so quick to clear this time. ]
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His other hand reaches quietly for any part of York he can touch, just for that sense of grounding. He's starting to come back around, by degrees, but he'd gone deep this time around. The fog wasn't so quick to clear this time. ]