[ The bathroom is clean and its nest's sheets set outside the bedroom door for the staff to collect, Stephen caught on the walk back with a new batch ready to create some safe new fortress around the toilet when the hushed mutters of sleep stop. He doesn't notice. Not until the frantic shifting of sheets and mattress preclude a fully conscious voice and he stops in his tracks, caught.
The shout doesn't seem to put even a dent in his confidence. He doesn't even have the decency to look sheepish. Instead, he sets the sheets down on the edge of Silco's busy desk and crosses toward him, unperturbed by his obvious unwelcome. ]
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[ He's pouring water from a full jug stationed at Silco's bedside. There's a bowl down there too, some clean glasses for if something goes awry when trying to take in fluids. He holds one out, half-filled, as if this were a morning after a night before and not - what it is. ]
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The shout doesn't seem to put even a dent in his confidence. He doesn't even have the decency to look sheepish. Instead, he sets the sheets down on the edge of Silco's busy desk and crosses toward him, unperturbed by his obvious unwelcome. ]
Here.
[ He's pouring water from a full jug stationed at Silco's bedside. There's a bowl down there too, some clean glasses for if something goes awry when trying to take in fluids. He holds one out, half-filled, as if this were a morning after a night before and not - what it is. ]