[Yeah that's it, lean back and sleep.] Let's work on that tomorrow, Davy Crockett. I'm so tired I don't think I could get back up even if we had to. [And now that he's stationary, it's true; his head is heavy, and he's ninety percent sure that the thing about people with concussions having to stay awake is a Hollywood trope and not actually true, and his side aches but thankfully not enough to keep him up. And Keith is warm and his hair is soft under Hunk's chin and even with a busted leg, Hunk's confident that Keith can take care of anything that would try to come after them.

Hey, if they're lucky, when they wake up Yellow will be back.

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It's still pitch dark when Hunk finally wakes up, and as he sits still and listens for the sound of intruders and comes up with nothing. Looks like they're still in the clear.

Keith is thankfully breathing, still against him (and that was part of the reason why Hunk wanted him right there anyway, just to make sure he didn't stop during the night), so Hunk doesn't move much, just letting his head fall back against the wall as he closes his eyes and dozes.

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When he wakes again it's because he'd shifted and the movement sent a stab of pain through his side so blinding that he jolts awake with a gasp, jostling Keith as he grabs for his side.] OW ow ow ow, ow, ow-