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<h1 id="codrin-balan-2346">Codrin Bălan &mdash; 2346</h1>
<p>Tycho stayed until they could talk him down from the plateau of anxiety he had at first seemed determined to hold onto for as long as he could</p>
<p>Tycho stayed until they could talk him down from the plateau of anxiety he had at first seemed determined to hold onto for as long as he could. They fed him tea, then leftovers, then ice water, anything they could do to help. They talked to him about how to prepare for the inevitable discussions that would be coming from the other astronomers aboard as well as from the inevitable contact that would come from the Odists or Jonases, seeking answers to why he had done the things that he&rsquo;d done.</p>
<p>And, once he was able to talk without the volume of his voice continually rising, once he was able to smile again, they sent him on his way, to go get some sleep, even though the sun was beginning to color the eastern sides of the house in salmon and orange.</p>
<p>&ldquo;It&rsquo;s alright,&rdquo; he had said, laughing tiredly. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s always night in the field. It&rsquo;s always night outside, isn&rsquo;t it?&rdquo;</p>
<p>Which left Codrin and Dear to sit in silence for a few minutes, which, after making coffee, they moved out to the patio despite the chill of the morning.</p>
<p><em>&ldquo;What do you think, my dear?&rdquo;</em> the fox asked, cradling his mug close to its chest.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Mm? I don&rsquo;t know that I&rsquo;m thinking anything. I think my brain&rsquo;s too full with new information packed in around sleepiness that I can&rsquo;t actually process anything.&rdquo;</p>
<p><em>&ldquo;I would suggest drinking your coffee to wake up, but if it is the same feeling that I have had, that will simply replace the sleepiness with caffeine, and you will be no more easily able to process.&rdquo;</em></p>
<p>Codrin grinned, nodded, and sipped at eir coffee. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m a little disappointed I didn&rsquo;t fork to get up so that at least some part of me could keep sleeping and just deal with it in the morning.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Dear laughed. <em>&ldquo;You jumped out of bed so fast I thought that we were under attack. I do not think you would have been able to get back to sleep even if you had tried.&rdquo;</em></p>
<p>&ldquo;Probably not, at that.&rdquo;</p>
<p>They sat in silence, sipping their coffee, and watching the sun creep up until the horizon reluctantly let it free. When they realized that they were squinting and shading their eyes too much to actually see anything, they went back inside to claim the couch, huddling under a throw to warm themselves up while Dear&rsquo;s partner puttered sleepily around the kitchen.</p>
<p>This led, of course, to second cups of coffee and warm sweet rolls, and a long hour of Codrin and the fox catching their partner up to date.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Well,&rdquo; they said, frowning. &ldquo;How do you feel?&rdquo;</p>
<p><em>&ldquo;That is a very Codrin question.&rdquo;</em></p>
<p>&ldquo;Yeah, I guess it is. </p>
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