[Darin lowers his head suddenly feeling like all of the exhaustion was hitting at once. He'd barely slept since he woke up in his own grave and he forced himself to work to keep his mind from spiraling inward. It had to have been a week or so now since he'd had any proper rest.]
[He falls backwards onto the bed. He can't even begin to process how nice the mattress feels. All of this...it was decadent compared to their spartan rooms in the old hotel. He can't help but wonder if he broke something in a good way for a change.]
[He closes his eyes but he stays conscious. He doesn't want to cut his time with Cecelia short for stupid little things like sleep.]
How....How are you holding up? What do you make of all of this?
[She missed out on the horror show of the last week. Maybe she's in a bit of a better presence of mind than he is. Cecelia could always make sense of anything.]
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[He falls backwards onto the bed. He can't even begin to process how nice the mattress feels. All of this...it was decadent compared to their spartan rooms in the old hotel. He can't help but wonder if he broke something in a good way for a change.]
[He closes his eyes but he stays conscious. He doesn't want to cut his time with Cecelia short for stupid little things like sleep.]
How....How are you holding up? What do you make of all of this?
[She missed out on the horror show of the last week. Maybe she's in a bit of a better presence of mind than he is. Cecelia could always make sense of anything.]