[ Royce covers him in blankets, half-assed, and then sinks back down to pass out again. And this time, he dreams.
This time, he dreams of the sun, dreams of riding Mouse out in tall fields of grass, Hadrian whistling behind him. It's bright and it almost hurts his eyes and he welcomes it. He dreams of reaching for the sun, tilting his head back to feel it, and not being able to. It's cold. The sun is there but there's no warmth, and in his sleep he cries, tears dripping down his cheeks. ]
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This time, he dreams of the sun, dreams of riding Mouse out in tall fields of grass, Hadrian whistling behind him. It's bright and it almost hurts his eyes and he welcomes it. He dreams of reaching for the sun, tilting his head back to feel it, and not being able to. It's cold. The sun is there but there's no warmth, and in his sleep he cries, tears dripping down his cheeks. ]