[Otacon didn't sleep well. That much had been true since college, back in the days when he had far less to worry about and a little less to hate himself for. When he worked, the engineer forgot about eating and sleeping altogether until he was finished; overall, he got by reasonably well as an insomniac
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Ivan could walk at least short distances without his chair, thankfully. It was agony, every step sending bolts of pain through him, but he could do it. He regularly tried it when he was alone, biting back groans and cries of agony. Each time, he found he could manage a little further. A little more.
Slowly, painfully, he headed to Otacon's door, ignoring the chair, and knocked.]
May I come in?
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Oh...y-yeah, of course.
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Trouble sleeping, Hal?
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...you should sit down. I really don't want you pushing yourself.
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[He doesn't mention that he might make it worse by overdoing it. Instead, he awkwardly crosses the room to sit beside Otacon.]
It is fine. I was simply concerned.
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[He sighed, setting the laptop aside.]
I'm okay. You d-don't need to worry about me.
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[He glanced over at the laptop but didn't comment.]
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[He looked thoughtful.]
Hal. That Liquid. Have you know him long?
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