[Hans runs his free hand through his hair and sighs.]
Even if I was, I don't think I could sleep.
[Why would he want to, when the morning promised nothing but a bitter parting? His eyes flicker to Edmond's face, then the door, but the question he wants to ask is lodged in his throat. Tries to cover up his moment of weakness by grumbling:]
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Even if I was, I don't think I could sleep.
[Why would he want to, when the morning promised nothing but a bitter parting? His eyes flicker to Edmond's face, then the door, but the question he wants to ask is lodged in his throat. Tries to cover up his moment of weakness by grumbling:]
I'm still too cold.