[Fou-Lu, flat on his back, shifts over in the bed only enough to seem like an automatic reaction rather than a willful move. If there's any reason to let Saix know that he's still awake, he isn't sure what it might be. There's nothing to be gained right now in turning his head and talking to his betrayer, his friend, his... something else entirely?]
[Pushing the discomforting thought out of his mind, the gnawing desire to merge with Ryu resumes its position at the forefront of his mind. He furrows his eyebrows, trying to banish the urge to call to Ryu through their connection and try again. He knows it won't work, but it feels like he didn't try hard enough.]
[Comforting thoughts are not coming easy tonight.]