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[mr_gaeta]

Gaeta's shift ends that night -- well, morning -- at 0300. Most of it was spent recalculating their route to the Ionian Nebula to see if some of the jumps could be shaved off; the rest of the time, he plotted rough sketches of the jumps, interrupted only once by a Condition One alert

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[faithful_lt]

The privacy curtain is drawn a little over three-quarters of the way across his rack, leaving enough of a space that Hoshi can easily look out at the room instead of being completely closed in.

Or could, if he were awake.

Right now he's lying on his side, facing outward, with one hand drawn up and tucked under his chin in a loose curl. Even in his sleep, a tiny smile curves his lips.

[mr_gaeta]

Gaeta watches him for a moment, unconsciously mirroring the smile. As quietly as he can, he approaches -- the other officer spares him a quick glance before returning to her game -- and settles into a crouch next to Louis' rack.

He touches his hand to the other man's, very gently; he doesn't speak just yet.

[faithful_lt]

He stirs a little at the touch, murmuring something intelligible. After a second, his brow furrows in faint lines as if concentrating, and he stirs again.

Hoshi blinks sleepily once, twice, and looks up.

"Felix? Time'sit?"

[mr_gaeta]

"Hey," he whispers. "Sorry. It's 0300. I just, ah."

It's been a quiet day; by some standards, a little too quiet. Gaeta's smile drifts toward tentative again.

"Mind company?"