Life was an interesting series of events for a Narcoleptic. Something like trying to watch a movie when you keep drifting off. You get bits and pieces but you're not always sure how things went from point A to point B or what specifically was going on.
But Ripley did manage to drag himself back to the land of the alive and possibly awake when he landed on the bed. Not entirely, and not really coherently, but enough to start shivering again, and enough to register that Graham was there and trying to get his clothes off.
An activity Ripley was fairly certain he would never be opposed to, but in this particular instance he was especially for it. His clothes were cold and the snow that had melted into them and seeped straight through to his bones, it felt like. So he shifted and moved, doing his best to clumsily aid in their removal.
For some reason he felt like he aught to be apologizing to Graham, but it could wait for the moment. He was not awake enough yet to talk and attempt doing things.
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But Ripley did manage to drag himself back to the land of the alive and possibly awake when he landed on the bed. Not entirely, and not really coherently, but enough to start shivering again, and enough to register that Graham was there and trying to get his clothes off.
An activity Ripley was fairly certain he would never be opposed to, but in this particular instance he was especially for it. His clothes were cold and the snow that had melted into them and seeped straight through to his bones, it felt like. So he shifted and moved, doing his best to clumsily aid in their removal.
For some reason he felt like he aught to be apologizing to Graham, but it could wait for the moment. He was not awake enough yet to talk and attempt doing things.