[ He smiles a bit at the comment, because it feels good to smile, and lets Ryan come over, dropping the record player harmlessly on the nearest open bunk. Ryan is taller than he is, and so Noh-Varr finds himself tucking his chin into the angle of the other man's shoulder. Ryan has that peculiar scent of old cloth, paper and ink, which is slowly fading under the overwhelming clinical scent of the ship. Soon, they're all going to start smelling alike, so he tries to encapsulate this little part of his friend that still clings to his skin and hair.
As soon as the records join the record player, he slides his free hands up Ryan's arms to wrap around his shoulders, pulling the human down a bit. It's not lost on him just how much Ryan probably needed this, and he invites leaning. ]
Have you managed to sleep much, with the clicking?
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As soon as the records join the record player, he slides his free hands up Ryan's arms to wrap around his shoulders, pulling the human down a bit. It's not lost on him just how much Ryan probably needed this, and he invites leaning. ]
Have you managed to sleep much, with the clicking?
[ Because he hasn't. ]