[He might have been reluctant to mention it earlier--but he can't deny he's exhausted. Has been for a long time--he had thought that he would be able to sleep easily now that he was here, but it wasn't always the case.
There were too many nightmares that plagued him, that woke him up in a panic and cold sweat, sometimes with screams.
He's not sure if having someone with him will help--maybe it will, maybe it won't. But the attempt is worth it, if only for the prospect of furthering his incentive. Would he be kicked out if he didn't? Even if he knows he's just seconds away from his death back on Scarif. (That was assuming he wasn't actually dead; Bodhi wasn't always convinced that this wasn't some iteration of an afterlife.)]
Alright, yeah.
[He wanders off to the bathroom to brush his teeth, change into pajamas, and once done with that climbs into bed, taking the edge closer to the wall, buried under blankets.]
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There were too many nightmares that plagued him, that woke him up in a panic and cold sweat, sometimes with screams.
He's not sure if having someone with him will help--maybe it will, maybe it won't. But the attempt is worth it, if only for the prospect of furthering his incentive. Would he be kicked out if he didn't? Even if he knows he's just seconds away from his death back on Scarif. (That was assuming he wasn't actually dead; Bodhi wasn't always convinced that this wasn't some iteration of an afterlife.)]
Alright, yeah.
[He wanders off to the bathroom to brush his teeth, change into pajamas, and once done with that climbs into bed, taking the edge closer to the wall, buried under blankets.]