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[acts_of_gord]

Gordon got used to bad sleep long, long ago. It's better than it used to be- five hours at a stretch before the nightmares kick in, sometimes more than that- but it's still a very strange thing for him to wake up without some sort of interruption or disturbance.

This night, alas, is a strange thing of an entirely different sort. When his breath

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[a_mere_child]

Alyx hasn't yet awakened. She's stirring in her sleep, mumbling something unintelligible under her breath.

"Mrrmn... mmbl..."

[acts_of_gord]

Gordon jumps a little at that, but he'd jump at anything just now, really. Once his heart stops pounding quite so badly, he reaches over to rest a hand on Alyx's shoulder. It helps to reassure himself that this, here and now, is real.

[a_mere_child]

Alyx's eyes flicker open. "Hm?"

[acts_of_gord]

"Sorry," Gordon says, a little hoarsely- his mouth is still dry. He swallows. "Didn't mean to wake you."

Inside, he's lining up what few words he can manage. Dream or no dream, he no longer intends to keep any information whatsoever about the greyface to himself.