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Lukas wanted to argue. He wanted to dispute every point Navi made, counter them with the firmness of a belief that he was in the right to offer up the couch - but he couldn't. While he believed that Navi wasn't as incapable as others in his life might have made him out to be, it was true that their best shot at defending the cabin, and their lives, probably lied with Lukas first and foremost - and how could he even attempt to engage in that defence if he was suffering?
While a single night on the couch was hardly going to improve his situation enough for a full return to health, it at least wouldn't deteriorate his condition - which a night on the makeshift bed on the floor probably would have done.
He wasn't happy having to accept that Navi had made inarguably good points, but he resisted the urge to selflessly sacrifice the couch and weakly nodded his agreement, no doubt convinced to eventually do so when a twinge of pain arose, as if to tip him over the edge into agreement.
Ultimately, the couch would provide his aching, tired body the best chance of recuperation - it gave him comfort, relative support and warmth that the bundle of blankets in the corner of the room simply couldn't. Resigned to the night on the couch, he eventually allowed himself to settle along it, adopting the position slowly and carefully to avoid tearing the few stitches that remained in place. Ideally, he would peer up from his place on the floor to see Navi settled on the couch, cocooned in blankets and content - and so the guilt that hit him when he instead glanced down at the other on the floor hit him far more intensely than he could have prepared himself for.
Yet, aware that arguing that they switch places now would be a waste of time, breath and energy, Lukas murmured a goodnight and let his eyelids slide shut with a determination to get as good a night's sleep as possible, so he didn't waste the opportunity to soak in the comfort of a night on the couch - because like hell was he going to allow Navi to continue to take his place on the floor again.
At first, the night progressed like countless others had - peaceful and still, the silence of the cabin only broken by soft snoring of those slumbering within it. Lukas, ordinarily, was a light sleeper (because under the circumstances, he had to be), training himself to stir awake and jump into action at the faintest of noises, but the exhaustion of that day's events and the pain he was inundated with inevitably resulted in the sleep deepening; in the man falling into the depths of his unconsciousness, oblivious to the awake world around him.
And yet, even if he had been uninjured and energetic, resting at the lightest stage possible, there was little chance he would have heard the approaching steps; heard the guttural exhalations of heavy breaths, animalistic in nature and containing a monstrous growl of sorts, emanating directly from the chest.
Which was apt, given the monster said growls emanated from.
Despite the sheer size of the beast, feet and feet above the size of even the tallest of humans, it moved carefully, each step deliberate and soft in spite of the thick claws at the end of each foot. Manoeuvring such a bulk ought to signal noise, and yet the monster moved with eerie silence as it peered with its menacingly red eyes through the cabin windows - because this was no rogue monster, careless and fuelled entirely by its own hunger. This was a 'civilised' creature, trained and intelligent enough to take in its surroundings and act accordingly. It was, in short, a being Lukas had had no known interactions with and so, even at full strength, would hardly be able to give it as good a fight as he did the unruly ones.
Rather than burst through the cabin door as a rogue monster would, the beast took in the fact that his behemoth stature wouldn't fit through that space and shifted his presence accordingly, the human form -though still bulky and extraordinarily tall- allowing him to ease the door open and slip through with characteristic silence, his eyes seeing through the darkness to take in the sleeping forms, though they only focused intently on one of those forms.
Naveen's.
Crouching down beside his brother, Garrison's head tilted as he tried to grasp the situation - he wanted to think that the human on the couch had kidnapped Navi because that was far easier on him than the idea that his brother had willingly shared the space with the human man; willingly slept in the company of a strange enemy than return home to the family worried sick for his wellbeing.
"...Navi?" He began gently as he reached for his brother's shoulder, his large hand dwarfing it entirely. "Come on, don't make me drag you out. I'd rather you came willingly. Mama won't want me distressing you."
While a single night on the couch was hardly going to improve his situation enough for a full return to health, it at least wouldn't deteriorate his condition - which a night on the makeshift bed on the floor probably would have done.
He wasn't happy having to accept that Navi had made inarguably good points, but he resisted the urge to selflessly sacrifice the couch and weakly nodded his agreement, no doubt convinced to eventually do so when a twinge of pain arose, as if to tip him over the edge into agreement.
Ultimately, the couch would provide his aching, tired body the best chance of recuperation - it gave him comfort, relative support and warmth that the bundle of blankets in the corner of the room simply couldn't. Resigned to the night on the couch, he eventually allowed himself to settle along it, adopting the position slowly and carefully to avoid tearing the few stitches that remained in place. Ideally, he would peer up from his place on the floor to see Navi settled on the couch, cocooned in blankets and content - and so the guilt that hit him when he instead glanced down at the other on the floor hit him far more intensely than he could have prepared himself for.
Yet, aware that arguing that they switch places now would be a waste of time, breath and energy, Lukas murmured a goodnight and let his eyelids slide shut with a determination to get as good a night's sleep as possible, so he didn't waste the opportunity to soak in the comfort of a night on the couch - because like hell was he going to allow Navi to continue to take his place on the floor again.
At first, the night progressed like countless others had - peaceful and still, the silence of the cabin only broken by soft snoring of those slumbering within it. Lukas, ordinarily, was a light sleeper (because under the circumstances, he had to be), training himself to stir awake and jump into action at the faintest of noises, but the exhaustion of that day's events and the pain he was inundated with inevitably resulted in the sleep deepening; in the man falling into the depths of his unconsciousness, oblivious to the awake world around him.
And yet, even if he had been uninjured and energetic, resting at the lightest stage possible, there was little chance he would have heard the approaching steps; heard the guttural exhalations of heavy breaths, animalistic in nature and containing a monstrous growl of sorts, emanating directly from the chest.
Which was apt, given the monster said growls emanated from.
Despite the sheer size of the beast, feet and feet above the size of even the tallest of humans, it moved carefully, each step deliberate and soft in spite of the thick claws at the end of each foot. Manoeuvring such a bulk ought to signal noise, and yet the monster moved with eerie silence as it peered with its menacingly red eyes through the cabin windows - because this was no rogue monster, careless and fuelled entirely by its own hunger. This was a 'civilised' creature, trained and intelligent enough to take in its surroundings and act accordingly. It was, in short, a being Lukas had had no known interactions with and so, even at full strength, would hardly be able to give it as good a fight as he did the unruly ones.
Rather than burst through the cabin door as a rogue monster would, the beast took in the fact that his behemoth stature wouldn't fit through that space and shifted his presence accordingly, the human form -though still bulky and extraordinarily tall- allowing him to ease the door open and slip through with characteristic silence, his eyes seeing through the darkness to take in the sleeping forms, though they only focused intently on one of those forms.
Naveen's.
Crouching down beside his brother, Garrison's head tilted as he tried to grasp the situation - he wanted to think that the human on the couch had kidnapped Navi because that was far easier on him than the idea that his brother had willingly shared the space with the human man; willingly slept in the company of a strange enemy than return home to the family worried sick for his wellbeing.
"...Navi?" He began gently as he reached for his brother's shoulder, his large hand dwarfing it entirely. "Come on, don't make me drag you out. I'd rather you came willingly. Mama won't want me distressing you."