[He is being snuggled by a technicolor pony. Who is singing him a lullaby.
He has to wonder if anyone slipped him anything.
But hell, might as well go along with it. He's battered, tired, and possibly tripping. He absently touches her wings, running his fingers very lightly against her feathers, and he lets his eyes drift closed. He might pretend to not remember this part later, but right now, he's going to allow her to take care of him.]
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He has to wonder if anyone slipped him anything.
But hell, might as well go along with it. He's battered, tired, and possibly tripping. He absently touches her wings, running his fingers very lightly against her feathers, and he lets his eyes drift closed. He might pretend to not remember this part later, but right now, he's going to allow her to take care of him.]