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Mitham: *will pull a blanket off a bed and end up snuggled up to one of the bots at the edge of the pile sometime in the night*

*Rest is fitful for the bots. They wake each other inadvertently with twitches and soft, distressed buzzes, and soothe each other back down.  Mitham winds up back-to-back with McC, who at one point is making soft, choked sounds almost like crying.*

Mitham: *turns over and wraps his arm up over McC, like he's done for Shaila so many times*

*That actually wakes him, and the realization there's something behind him, /right/ behind him, has him shifting over to look before he can catch himself, optics bright in the blackness . . . and he calms, offering a faint smile.*

McC: Is everything all right?

Mitham: *McC actually waking and sitting up wakes Mitham fully. He gasps softly and sits up to look at McC* Yeah. M'fine. Are you okay?

McC: I'm fine.  Why aren't you in bed?  *concerned*

Mitham: I am. *bed is wherever he ends up sleeping...*

McC: *confused*  No, you're not.  Where's Shaila? *climbs up to a knee, scanning the room visually and with some of his sensors, counting and reading heat signatures*

Mitham: Yes I am. I'm with you guys. *yawns and lies back down* Snuggled up with Zeirik.

McC: ……….Mitham, the floor is no place for a child to sleep, not when there are much better options.  You're not on the streets anymore. *just…trying to look out for him – it's /really/ not right for Mitham to be on the floor like this*

Mitham: *shrugs* I'm used to the floor. I'm fine, McCrane. *looks up at the bot*

McC: …………………. *nods and resettles – hard to tell if he doesn't argue further because Mitham insists he's fine and he is…or if it's something else*

Mitham: .....*he puts out a hand a rests it on McCrane* ....It's okay to argue with me, you know? I know you're just looking out for me, and I know I'm not always going to be right.