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Sean lays still but awake for a few minutes, listening to Cherry's heavy breathing. He watches her from the bed, watching as her chest heaves with each breath before relaxing and repeating like a mantra. Every now and then her breath has a slight whistle to it when it passes her teeth. And rarely, but occasionally, she snores loudly. At first, Sean had to bite back his laughter when she did it, but now he's used to it. He finds it almost comforting to wake up to her breathing, but he ignores the thought, not wanting to feel flushed this early in the morning.

His ears perk at the sounds of Daniel and Stephen's voices. He lets out a tired sigh before sitting up, tossing the blankets off him while doing so. He stares down at Cherry a moment longer, smiling softly as she cuddles more into her blanket before deciding to wake her up.

"Mi cariño~" he sing-songs, poking her cheek. She flinches violently, turning over.

"Fuck off," she groans.

"I told you I could've slept on the floor if you didn't want to." He watches her take in a deep breath before sighing.

"It's not that," she groans once more. She points to him the best she can over her shoulder before stating, "And we're still switching every night." He rolls his eyes at her as she rolls over to look at him. He can see the sleepiness in her eyes. "I just kept waking up because of stupid dreams."

"Were they about me?"

"If they were, I would die." She sits up, rubbing her eyes roughly before letting out a large yawn.

"That was mean."

"When am I not? Besides, I think the concussion amplified my bitchiness, you know?" She hears him scoff but continues. "You know, a bunch of serial killers got head trauma as a kid, and people think that's what made them like that. So I could be worse."

"Why do you know that?" he sighs. She looks at him before shrugging.

"It's a fun fact."  He looks exasperated, an annoyed groan escaping his lips before he falls back onto the bed. She sits up a bit straighter, placing her chin on the edge of the bed. "What would you call a fun fact?"

"The fact you have powers."

"You can have them. I don't want them," she sighs. "We could trade it like Silver Surfer."

"We tried like five times on the way here," he laughs lightly.

"Well, sixth times the char-" she cuts herself off, sniffing the air. Sean bites back a grin as he watches her flair her nose dramatically. "Do you smell food too?"

"For a while, yes." An immediate pout forms on her lips

"And you didn't tell me, Sean-y?" She gives him the biggest doe eyes. She watches him scoff as he rolls his eyes. "Come on. I'm hungry. Trying to get all the fat back we lost on the canned ravioli." She gets up quickly, putting on her jeans, as does Sean, before the two exit the room.

"Finally, you're awake!" Daniel exclaims before his attention returns to the train set. Stephen sits beside him, controlling the speed of the train. Sean gently hits her shoulder, nodding his head towards the stairs. She follows him to the kitchen, spotting Claire sitting at the table.

"Good morning, sleepyheads," Claire greets them with a soft smile.

"It's the bed. It feels like a cloud," Sean says while Cherry lets out a yawn, itching the parts between her braids. The two sit across from Claire, who calls for Daniel to come down and eat.

"Do you need need help or anything?" Sean asks, Cherry humming softly in agreement.

"Don't worry about it. I can do this in the dark. Thanks for the offer." She looks over her shoulder as Daniel sits as well. "Are you boys done playing?"