It was rare that Techie fell into a deep sleep, but the events of the day had utterly exhausted him. His mind fell oddly silent except for… a dream? Not a nightmare like the usual fare.
Techie caught glimpses of colors: a sunshine yellow, wisps of soft charcoal, an earthy brown. There were voices too; one that sent satisfied shivers down his spine and another, more youthful, that made Techie feel warm and his heart full to bursting. These were the soft, intangible things that he reached out for- so close, his fingers just brushing something smooth like the satin of a hair ribbon, and then-
He woke up.
“Nao,” he whispers, hoarse. His throat is so dry it feels like the oppressively hot sun of Mega City One has taken up residence in it. She’s still there. Some deeply buried fear that Naomi would steal away in the night and never be seen again was laid to rest. Techie sits up and sees that she’s coming to.
Gently, he pulls the blanket up over her shoulders where it had slipped down during the night. “Good morning.”
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