[ The frustration rolls past Steve. Tomorrow. More time to think too much - more time to let this stop feeling like he's about to wake up. It's difficult for him to fall asleep on the thin cot, first lying on his back, then his stomach (he'd argue that he should take the floor, but he's picking his battles for now).
The sounds of the city outside are a comfort, the lack of it on the Station had been so noticeable at first. Eventually, he drifts off. ]
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The sounds of the city outside are a comfort, the lack of it on the Station had been so noticeable at first. Eventually, he drifts off. ]