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He doesn't sleep, not for more than three or four hours at a stretch, at best. Finally his life and his time are up to him, but rest still doesn't come, and when it comes it doesn't stay.
But his universe has certainly turned into something different since kissing Felicity, since walking her back to her apartment and hearing her key in the door and watching her turn back to him with a smile, streaks of light caught in the tops of her glasses.
Now in the dark she wraps herself around him from behind, pulling him close enough to cradle his head to her chest. Her knuckles stroke softly against his cheek for a few moments before he takes her hand to his mouth and kisses it. The sound of the two of them breathing lulls him into a calm that feels like a childhood dream, sun and fresh air and laughter, before the world became a terrible place. He's asleep before he knows it, safe in her arms, and it lasts for twelve hours.