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[Next verse, same as the first, a little bit louder and a little bit worse.]
It's just past 0200, and Gaeta finds that he doesn't want to spend the last four hours of his life with a chill.
(It's not a particularly bad one. It's rather likely it's psychosomatic as well. But if he has the means to dispel it, and make himself more comfortable, why not take advantage of them?)
If he braces himself just right against the table, and stretches out to the very tips of his fingers to the small freestanding locker in these quarters, he can unhook the latch and shift his weight enough to grab one of the extra blankets. He isn't shaky on his good leg; it's just a matter of equilibrium, and keeping his balance with no real means of support.
When he gets the locker door open, he spends a full three seconds watching the bustle of Milliways.
And then he says, quite calmly, "No," and moves to shut the door.
It's just past 0200, and Gaeta finds that he doesn't want to spend the last four hours of his life with a chill.
(It's not a particularly bad one. It's rather likely it's psychosomatic as well. But if he has the means to dispel it, and make himself more comfortable, why not take advantage of them?)
If he braces himself just right against the table, and stretches out to the very tips of his fingers to the small freestanding locker in these quarters, he can unhook the latch and shift his weight enough to grab one of the extra blankets. He isn't shaky on his good leg; it's just a matter of equilibrium, and keeping his balance with no real means of support.
When he gets the locker door open, he spends a full three seconds watching the bustle of Milliways.
And then he says, quite calmly, "No," and moves to shut the door.