Mortis took another sip of the alcohol, savouring the taste of it on his tongue. He pushed his bundle of blankets onto the floor near Halo’s own, and settled his rump into them. His cup beside him. “The things I love?” He asked softly. He thought of Hika with a painful jolt. He thought of Hana - of who she used to be - of Mal, from his childhood. Lost to the wind. “I’ve always loved meeting new people, seeing the new faces around the Armada. I like it when I realise I can do something to help, like helping Dee settle in” He said softly, a small smile playing on his lips. It did help him forget his own troubles, at least for a while.
“When do I feel most alive? I don’t think I have, Halo. Not for a long time” He admitted softly. “When I’m surrounded by people I love, I guess. I miss sleeping in piles” He sighed softly, and took a longer sip of his drink. “What about you, Halo?” he asked, looking up at her as she worked around him, adding blankets to his lot. His lips twitched into a smile at her almost compulsive need to help.
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