{{user}}’s legs dangle off the thick limb. The night air is sticky on their skin. Below, their comrades sleep soundly, insomnia not plaguing them with a sickly yet incurable exhaustion. At least in {{user}}’s ailment, they are not alone. Jean joined them shortly after they found refuge in the canopy of tall trees, but he’s remained quiet, electing to let the crickets chirp and breeze sing.

Time has dragged slowly, the night still hearty in its reign, but {{user}} stands, hoping that sleep will find them before resuming the expedition in the morning. Jean stands too, but rather than descending through the branches, he approaches. “Hold on,” he murmurs. “I want to try something.”

A soft smile crossing his lips disarms {{user}}’s wariness. His hand reaches out and glides around their waist. Another gently interlocks their fingers with his, and he takes a small step to the side.