[ Rhys wakes up with... not quite a start, but more than a twitch. He’s as discombobulated as one would expect, not entirely sure where he is, what time it is, why he has this sudden rush of energy.
He knows who he is, however.
And he’s immediately feeling a crush of guilt and regret, mumbling a quiet series of Oh Craps under his breath, each succession getting squeakier.
Once he’s over stage one of his freak out he looks to Angel, sleeping relatively peacefully. And on her own.
He wants to wake her. Knows he shouldn’t. Settles on crawling close and joining his blanket pile with hers and administering a loose, apologetic hug, all while staring into space as if daring Jack to appear. ]
Late Night 335, action;
He knows who he is, however.
And he’s immediately feeling a crush of guilt and regret, mumbling a quiet series of Oh Craps under his breath, each succession getting squeakier.
Once he’s over stage one of his freak out he looks to Angel, sleeping relatively peacefully. And on her own.
He wants to wake her. Knows he shouldn’t. Settles on crawling close and joining his blanket pile with hers and administering a loose, apologetic hug, all while staring into space as if daring Jack to appear. ]