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[Pendergast is sitting in a chair besides a window somewhere on the first floor, and good god does he look tired. He's in a black puffy robe (because if he can't pull anything out of the closet besides robes, goddamnit, he'll at least be slightly comfortable!) and black jammies, if anyone cares to look at his slightly showing ankles. His long, slender fingers are toying with the comm in his lap, but it's not on; the wall camera across from wherever he's sitting, however, is.
A low, almost inaudible sigh leaves him, and he tiredly runs a hand through his silver-blonde hair, which, normally combed back, is slightly mussed, some of the pieces falling.]
..Has anyone else had trouble sleeping? It seems, no matter what time of day, no matter the circumstances, I am rather unable.
A low, almost inaudible sigh leaves him, and he tiredly runs a hand through his silver-blonde hair, which, normally combed back, is slightly mussed, some of the pieces falling.]
..Has anyone else had trouble sleeping? It seems, no matter what time of day, no matter the circumstances, I am rather unable.