Who: Edwin & Oliver (Open to Owen & Marco & Simms) When: Around 7am Where: Their cell
Edwin was sure that no one had slept well that night, but he could only account for a few people. He had heard Marco across the hall, talking to himself for most of the night, so it was a fair guess that he had hardly slept. Oliver seemed to be restless all night, and even though Edwin had wrapped himself around his boyfriend as they slept, just like he would have if they were still at the house, he knew that there was nothing that he could do to put Oliver at ease enough for a restful sleep. And Edwin... Well, he knew that those two had been awake on and off all night, which was a clear indicator that he hadn't slept, either.
At least he had Oliver, though, who had tucked him between himself and the wall to protect him from whatever was to come at night. Sharing the little bed wasn't the most comfortable arrangement, but he wasn't about to complain. At least he could find one good thing in this damn experiment, and that was being squished by his boyfriend so lovingly. It was sweet, if he didn't think about what he was being protected from, constantly.
At some point that he assumed was morning, he felt Oliver wake up again, but Edwin was less than willing to let the man move. He stayed wrapped around him, eyes closed, just breathing in his scent and dozing for what was probably another hour before it started to feel just a little too warm. Finally, he lazily lifted his head, and planted a little kiss on the tip of Oliver's nose before he looked around. "'s warm in here," he mumbled sleepily. "Mm. There was still a little part of me that thought we'd wake up back at the house."
He yawned, then put his head back down, and lazily brought a hand over to Oliver's face, just to touch it. "You sleep at all, babe?"