[He's overtaken by a bone-deep (soul-deep?) exhaustion. Between that and this migraine (headache at this point is too tame), he's having issue staying awake, though he's trying. He's on his stomach facing towards Spock.
There's a slight twinge of jealousy here but he can't even be bothered to acknowledge it--there's no reason to be, after all.
His words come out slightly slurred:]
I get that--'M usually too warm.
[As though for demonstration, he puts the hand closest to Spock under the blankets and splays it out across his chest, where his heart might be if he were human. Still kind of bizarre to feel nothing but the faint vibrations of where his heart actually is.
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There's a slight twinge of jealousy here but he can't even be bothered to acknowledge it--there's no reason to be, after all.
His words come out slightly slurred:]
I get that--'M usually too warm.
[As though for demonstration, he puts the hand closest to Spock under the blankets and splays it out across his chest, where his heart might be if he were human. Still kind of bizarre to feel nothing but the faint vibrations of where his heart actually is.
He was sure he'd get used to it eventually.]