"We can stay just like this. But might be more comfy if we lay you back down. To sleep, I mean. I don't want to exhaust you, for once." But he's sure slept in worse positions than sitting up in bed. "Could keep talking at you but I...don't know that I'm all that great company, right now."
Loki waggles his eyebrows, but the motion is somewhat aborted when he goes to lay back, the litany of pain as he moves causing him to wince. If he weren't so exhausted, he probably wouldn't sleep at all.
He would very much like to hear more of Clint's voice but...he gets that the man probably isn't in much of a talking mood right now. Instead he grabs the pen and paper one more time.
It's painful to watch Loki in pain, tries to help however he can. Clint isn't tired, not in the least, but...resting with someone he loves beside him might still help.
The request startles a little chuckle out of him. "Yeah? Okay, uh, gotta think of something..."
Something he knows by heart that he can sing without musical accompaniment that also isn't loud or exciting. Loki needs to rest. He doesn't need something to keep him up. He hums a few notes like trying to shake some dust off before: "Somewhere over the rainbow way up high, there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby." He keeps an arm around Loki. "Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true."
It's clear Clint hasn't sung in a while, but Loki doesn't care. The soft rumble of his voice is just what he needs to take his mind off of the pain. He floats in that hazy space between conscious and unconscious, and for once it feel comforting rather than terrifying.
It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep, one hand clutching Clint's as tightly as possible.
And it's hard to celebrate even this. Because he doesn't know what it means. Doesn't know if it's real. Doesn't know how to get them all back. But...one thing at a time.
Loki's hurting. And Clint has to put his plans on hold to see to it that Loki stops hurting.
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He would very much like to hear more of Clint's voice but...he gets that the man probably isn't in much of a talking mood right now. Instead he grabs the pen and paper one more time.
Sing?
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The request startles a little chuckle out of him. "Yeah? Okay, uh, gotta think of something..."
Something he knows by heart that he can sing without musical accompaniment that also isn't loud or exciting. Loki needs to rest. He doesn't need something to keep him up. He hums a few notes like trying to shake some dust off before: "Somewhere over the rainbow way up high, there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby." He keeps an arm around Loki. "Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true."
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It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep, one hand clutching Clint's as tightly as possible.
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And it's hard to celebrate even this. Because he doesn't know what it means. Doesn't know if it's real. Doesn't know how to get them all back. But...one thing at a time.
Loki's hurting. And Clint has to put his plans on hold to see to it that Loki stops hurting.