[Their first instinct is to tell him not to. The rooms here are small, they're likely to be up and about (though that's been growing more and more difficult lately), sleeping on the floor like that can't be good for his back... There are plenty of reasons why he shouldn't.
But...
But the idea of being alone... Of someone walking in and discovering them after...]
< You can have the bed, you know. It's not like I do much sleeping. >
Hey, with any luck, we'll find ourselves a place before then. Problem solved, 'ne?
[except for the part of the problem that is... well, the entire rest of it. the whole death problem. but what if they just focused on smaller problems for the time being, what if they just did that.]
[They say it with more confidence than they feel at the moment. Not that they doubt their ability to find the place, especially when the two of them have managed to narrow it down so much.
The question is more... whether or not they'll manage to get it in time, they suppose.
Not that that matters either. They'll come back, everyone's sure they'll come back. They themself are pretty sure they'll come back. It's going to be fine. ...It's going to be fine.]
< Which means I'm gonna be trusting you to take care of any showings we have to go to during the day. Keep an eye out for anything that looks like it's going to be a dealbreaker, okay? >
[In the end, it's always easier to focus on tasks like these.]
< It's been a growing problem over the last few months. It started off with just being a little uncomfortable, then a lot and then... Well, it doesn't hurt exactly. But it feels wrong in a way that's hard to explain. >
[And if they try to push it, they're usually exhausted by the end. Or, lately, after just a few moments.
They gesture to the corner, where their simple, black umbrella leans.]
< That's what I got that for. It helped take the edge off when things were too bright. >
< Well, uh... Maybe. Eventually. But maybe it'll work out in our favor too, with someone who can cover nights and someone who can cover days. And maybe I can work up a tolerance... eventually. >
[That's a lot of maybes, which makes it sound considerably less convincing than they had hoped, but given they aren't sure exactly how all this will go for either of them--]
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But...
But the idea of being alone... Of someone walking in and discovering them after...]
< You can have the bed, you know. It's not like I do much sleeping. >
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[a joke that isn't really a joke at all-- he doesn't quite work up the amused tone for it, but the attempt's there.]
You know me, these old bones of mine might complain, but I'll manage.
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...They suppose going without rest isn't exactly good for them, even if it isn't really sleep.]
< In that case... Hopefully you're not stuck down there for too long? >
[It's okay, Gregor. They're not very good at this either when there's no heartfelt, motivational speech involved.
They wonder if they should thank him. They almost do. But it seems wrong, thanking someone for watching you die when they can't do anything about it.]
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[except for the part of the problem that is... well, the entire rest of it. the whole death problem. but what if they just focused on smaller problems for the time being, what if they just did that.]
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[They say it with more confidence than they feel at the moment. Not that they doubt their ability to find the place, especially when the two of them have managed to narrow it down so much.
The question is more... whether or not they'll manage to get it in time, they suppose.
Not that that matters either. They'll come back, everyone's sure they'll come back. They themself are pretty sure they'll come back. It's going to be fine. ...It's going to be fine.]
< Which means I'm gonna be trusting you to take care of any showings we have to go to during the day. Keep an eye out for anything that looks like it's going to be a dealbreaker, okay? >
[In the end, it's always easier to focus on tasks like these.]
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[he's got this in the bag! nothing to worry about!
(citation needed)]
...has it been that rough on you, getting out during the day?
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[And if they try to push it, they're usually exhausted by the end. Or, lately, after just a few moments.
They gesture to the corner, where their simple, black umbrella leans.]
< That's what I got that for. It helped take the edge off when things were too bright. >
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[his gaze drops to his arm there, brow furrowing.]
And don't... plants usually want more light...? You think that might end up being a problem for us?
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< Well, uh... Maybe. Eventually. But maybe it'll work out in our favor too, with someone who can cover nights and someone who can cover days. And maybe I can work up a tolerance... eventually. >
[That's a lot of maybes, which makes it sound considerably less convincing than they had hoped, but given they aren't sure exactly how all this will go for either of them--]
< We'll just play it by ear for now. >