[Nobody expects the robot apocalypse until it was too damned late to do anything but fight, and they were poked and prodded to combat it all the better. Some hadn't made it through the experiments, and not even Gabriel could say those of them who did were fortunate. Genetics, it was all about genetics, damned luck of the DNA draw, and there they were.
He wasn't sure if he'd rather have the heat compared to the cold—]
Morrison.
[His tone was hissed, quiet from being woken up at that nudging. It helped to be a light sleeper, and sometimes it worked against him when he knew they both needed all the rest they could get in this situation. Be bright and aware if...
His head lifted, cutting Morrison a glance once he was more aware, brow furrowed.]
no subject
He wasn't sure if he'd rather have the heat compared to the cold—]
Morrison.
[His tone was hissed, quiet from being woken up at that nudging. It helped to be a light sleeper, and sometimes it worked against him when he knew they both needed all the rest they could get in this situation. Be bright and aware if...
His head lifted, cutting Morrison a glance once he was more aware, brow furrowed.]
What?