the curious happenstance of pedro pascal and din djarin [The Mandalorian]

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25th Feb 2020

There was no milk.

Pedro had stumbled down the stairs, tired, and unable to sleep. He thought he could grab a cup of coffee, stay up for a while watching television. He opened the fridge... but there was no milk.

He stood for a moment, holding the fridge door open, staring blankly at the space in front of him where there was usually milk.

Usually he'd buy a new carton when the previous one was half empty. But amongst everything... he must've forgotten.

He blinked. His eyelids felt heavy. He heaved a sigh, mumbling to himself.

"Is everything alright?"

Pedro jumped.

He hadn't noticed that the doctor was still in the room, sitting in silence as he hunched over his notepad.

"Yeah," he mumbled. "We're, um... out of milk."

Pershing shifted in his seat. "I see. You can't sleep?"

"Yeah. I mean... no, I can't," Pedro sighed. "I wanted some coffee."

"Wouldn't the caffeine just keep you awake longer?"

Pedro shrugged. "Yeah. But at least I can feel awake, rather than lie there being weighed down by endless fatigue yet unable to succumb to the blissful world of eternal darkness."

Pershing blinked. "...I see."

With a sigh, Pedro slammed the fridge door shut. He heard the rattle of various bottles as the fridge shook.

He spared a glance outside. It was dark, the sun had set long ago. The streets were completely silent except for the chirping of crickets echoing throughout the yard.

"Maybe I should get some milk," he wondered aloud.

"It's the middle of the night, though," said Pershing, just as he flipped to a new page of his notebook. It seemed his pages were running out. Pedro wondered how many books he'd gone through over the years.

"It'd just be a quick trip to a convenience store. I'm fuckin' tired, man... need'a wake up somehow."

A sudden idea popped into his head.

If Pedro knew anything about Din - which was a fair amount - it was that he was probably still awake, browsing the internet or staring into space. It's all he ever really did, especially after he found out that he'd joined Pershing in the "stranded-in-another-dimension" club.

The doctor was saying something, but Pedro didn't bother to listen. Instead, he turned towards the stairs and moved tiredly up them, using the railing to drag himself up.

He reached Din's door. He couldn't see any light coming from underneath it. Slowly, he turned the doorknob and peered inside.

Din was laying on the floor, his phone sitting on his chest as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Hey," Pedro whispered. "Din."

"Hmm?"

"Do you wanna go for a walk?"

Din's head turned to face him, eyebrows furrowed. "It's nearly three in the morning."

"Yeah, it'll be fun."

"Why do you want to go for a walk?"

Pedro pushed the door open all the way then leaned on the frame, crossing his arms over his chest. "We're out of milk."

"...okay?"

"And I want coffee."

"You want me to come with you to get milk."