Nightshift 33: M11-M20 Hallway
[Specifically M16]
Well, dinner did a lot of nothing. Chances were that Not-Noah would depart soon, so Luxord merely continued to pet Tyche (who had, by now, ceased her need to paw his chest in an attempt to make it softer or whatever reason cats did that and decided to curl up and sleep again). Knowing full well that he was lacking in the 'people who care' department, the Gambler already came to terms with the idea that no one would enter the room later, so he might as well sleep off the pain/pain-medication.
Well, dinner did a lot of nothing. Chances were that Not-Noah would depart soon, so Luxord merely continued to pet Tyche (who had, by now, ceased her need to paw his chest in an attempt to make it softer or whatever reason cats did that and decided to curl up and sleep again). Knowing full well that he was lacking in the 'people who care' department, the Gambler already came to terms with the idea that no one would enter the room later, so he might as well sleep off the pain/pain-medication.