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[watch_wait]

Bartleby is not quite asleep. He's hovering on the edge of waking, and tossing in the bed a bit.

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[youalleverybody]

Before Bartleby came back, Liam might just have let himself into Charlie's room without ceremony or announcement. It doesn't feel quite right to do that, anymore, now his brother's no longer the room's sole occupant.

So he knocks, but quietly, in case Bartleby's actually managed to get some much-needed sleep.

[watch_wait]

Bartleby stirs. "C'min," he mumbles.

[youalleverybody]

So Liam does, walking still quietly into the room and dropping into an armchair. He looks Bartleby over automatically, trying to gauge how he's doing.

"Morning."

[watch_wait]

Bartleby opens his eyes. "Liam. Morning."

[bloody_rockgod]

[ooc: want a Charlie?]

[watch_wait]

[ooc: in an hour or so, i'd love one.]

[bloody_rockgod]

[ooc: whee! here or new post?]

[bloody_rockgod]

Charlie lets himself into the room quietly, a stack of laundered, folded sheets under his arm. He watches Bartleby a moment, and strokes a soothing hand through his hair. "Sh . . . sh . . ."

[watch_wait]

Bartleby's murmurs quieten a little and he opens his eyes slowly.

[bloody_rockgod]

"It lives," Charlie teases gently. "Hey. Brought up some clean sheets--do you think you can sit up long enough for me to change them?"

[watch_wait]

"Only just." Bartleby smiles and levers himself up, wincing.