Wai
Uriel's powers really did fascinate Owen. As hard as they had admitted it was to wield, a small, green part of him wished he could see just under the surface as well. Might've made a few things turn out a bit better. *Manic sense of justice, huh*, he thought. Yeah, that would make anyone do some drastic things. 

"It's hard to say, really," He murmured. "I went from being basically half-asleep to thrown into all this mess in an instant- I'm still processing it bit by bit. Seems I'm either alarmed or totally zoned out!" He couldn't help but chuckle a little at that. It wasn't a lie- the stronger things hit him slowly, which was both a blessing and a curse. All he could do was go moment by moment, trying to give caution and compassion equal standing in his actions. This moment, though, was a good one, one that he was happy to sink into a little more. 

Uriel's little gestures of affection made him reel, the pressure and warmth he had been craving since being separated from all that he loved filling his head with stars. The boy floating around through drifting months weighted back down to the earth again, tethered back to his body by the hand in his that *Wasn't letting go*. He had forgotten how he had missed the feeling of separate hands wrapping a blanket about his shoulders, and willed his nerves to take a screenshot or something. He squeezed Uriel's hand a little, as if that could communicate any of that. The rain, he thought, made the warmth cozier. 

"Wait, wait, this is the best scene- had me in *Mad* Hysterics as a kid," Owen chirped suddenly. "I used to try to see if I could keep my laughter in as a kid, but I've come to the conclusion that I would be sent to the gladiator pit in five seconds." His shoulders shook with barely suppressed laughter, careful not to shake his friend's head too hard.
Mary
Uriel looks back at the screen with Owen's comment... And bursts into laughter, the covers momentarily falling off of their shoulders as they curl in on themselves. 

"I- I can't believe I've lived without seeing these types of movies before—" Uriel wheezes, literally wheezes, with laughter, wiping small tears from their eyes. It takes them a while to recover from the hysterics of amusement— once Uriel would think they're in the clear, they'd be hit with another joke that'd send them doubling over. It was clear this kid had little experience with true comedy before.

"I'm happy you're the one to show me this. I like... Having this memory with you." They sigh softly, as the sounds of the rain only tap louder against the window sill. 

The outside world might be a torrent of rain ready to sweep them away, but in here, with Owen, they were safe. The toils and troubles of the waking day would rise with the sun, but for now, Uriel could rest. 

Despite having slept during their encounter with Oliver, the days events had made them weary. They pulled the covers back over their body as their eyes began to droop lower and lower. The dialogue became incomprehensible as Uriel leaned further on Owen's shoulder, the hum of energy radiating under his skin drowning out the noise around them. 

*I hope his arm doesn't hurt too much in the morning.* Uriel thinks to themselves. It's the last thought that floats in their head before the warmth of Owen's body against their cheek overtakes them, and they fall asleep.
Wai
Owen didn't notice the moment that Uriel passed out, but when he *Was* Aware, he made certain not to move. They didn't look like they were struggling quite so much as before; he could only hope they had drifted somewhere more pleasant. *Maybe* His arm would be full of pins and needles by morning, but that was fine. 

...Never mind, it wasn't. He shifted ever so slowly, arranging them so that nobody's limbs would be dead by dawn, and sticking one leg out of the covers to let some of his (frankly a little ridiculous) heat out. Better. A brief thought of how this must look on the outside skirted through his head- it was true, it was *Something*- but it was quickly dismissed. 'Too tired and comfortable to care' was a better feeling than shame, he decided. 

The best sleeps, he remembered thinking at some point, were the ones where one didn't remember dozing off.

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