beauty-of-the-cosmos:

Sleepwalking, just as she thought. It wouldn’t make sense for someone to wander around in the middle of a cold night just for the sake of it. Her thoughts pause and she realizes that she was pretty much doing the exact thing she didn’t understand. She sighs in response to her own logic. “Well, I guess it’s better than walking down the road hoping to get killed.” She mutters sarcastically.

For a moment, she thinks he’s going to wander off again as he steps to the side. She turns slightly, tense and waiting for the instant he either falls asleep again or bolts. He does neither, but his mental distance raises alarm bells in her mind. She shakes the thought of, he’s just groggy from sleep.

“Hey,” She almost laughs as she walks closer to him, a hand lifting to shake his shoulder, but she hesitates, “Don’t fall asleep again. I can’t exactly carry you to my car and make sure you get home. It wouldn’t be fair of me to just leave you here while you sleep.”

Her muscles relax a bit and her expression isn’t so tense. “You’re still in Wolftrap. I wouldn’t put it past you to walk right out of this town, though. You seemed pretty determined to keep walking until you woke up. Sorry about that, by the way. For waking you up.”

What? She was apologizing? That hadn’t happened in months, even when she spilled scalding coffee on her boss and he nearly fired her. Now she was apologizing to someone she could have easily run over. Sera rubs her temples, annoyed with herself. “But this road’s pretty long so I’m guessing that you’ve been walking for a while. Do you want a ride back? I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to walk both ways, especially if you fall asleep again.”

                                  Don’t think I haven’t tried

It is a sad truth, but a truth nonetheless. He shakes the thought from his mind, not eager to fall back to that stage of his life. The burning smell of bleach from the hospital, the endless pills and looks of pity from doctors and nurse that walked past him, the sense of suffication whenever he walked into a hospital room.

                                                  He knows exactly how Abigail Hobbs feels. 

He lets out a sigh of relief upon hearing that he had not walked too far. He, too, knew that if she’d not woken him up, he would likely be in the next city and have some trouble the next morning. He shakes his head at her apology. “No, it was probably a good thing you woke me up when you did.”

                     I don’t even know if I’m A W A K E now

“A ride would be great, thank you.” Gratification colors his voice as he nods, managing a faint smile at the blonde. He is in no shape to walk back to the little house at the end of the road, and now that he is awake he can actualy feel the cold biting at his skin and the gravel pinching the bottoms of his feet. He wonders to himself if Jack Crawford will accept a sick leave.