call it earnest whimsy

How much time does Wake spend blocking out the background noise, off in his own little world? Probably too much, but that's okay. Sickly pup, dreamer kiddo, but at least he's getting better now. Getting better, growing wild in the cool, dry air. Hell, he'd been outside more in the time since they'd moved in than... ever? In recent memory. Probably ever. At least for as well as Wake's memory tried to work (not well.) (That's okay.)

In all of his excitement? Maybe he's overdone it. Maybe. It's definitely not that he's been waking himself up coughing again, totally not that. With another hack and a sniffle, it's mid-afternoon and he's groggy from a nap, as he makes his way to the empty infirmary. For as much as he's been sick, Wake has learned how to make a kick ass cup of tea.

WAKE UP