[He jerks awake at the poking, still tired and bleary eyed and trying to get a read on the situation before he settles down again. Right. Cliff. Hunk. Waiting for the team.
He sort of smells what Hunk's cooked and watches him fiddle with getting it out of the fire, but Hunk is doing that thing when he's nervous and asking a million paranoid questions.]
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He sort of smells what Hunk's cooked and watches him fiddle with getting it out of the fire, but Hunk is doing that thing when he's nervous and asking a million paranoid questions.]
I don't- I don't know. Probably?