Well, Viper’s at least a little less concerned about her lack of sleep when Abel admits to his own insomnia. That made her feel… marginally less weird. Will ANYONE on this train ever sleep normally other than like, Jack? Probably not. Insomnia gang. She kind of wished she had a watch. Or at least that her phone was able to connect to some kind of internet signal. Even if it did, she had no idea if time even moved… normally in this place. Admittedly, it felt just a little wonky at times.
Regardless, she’s contented to sit in his presence and they can rest. It would feel weird being alone. She hadn’t been alone at home for years now. Not since… hm. No, she’s not going to think about that. It would hurt her brain too much.
“Once I’m, like, fully better, we should totes have a rematch some time.” …Viper admittedly picks up on how… unenthused he seems about her comfort- and she wished she could fully grasp why. She was doing what she thought was best, but clearly, Abel had taken it badly… a shame, because she truly did want him to not feel bad.
And so she did the next, slightly tone-deaf thing she could do. Offer to fight him again.
“We’ll just be a lil’ more careful next time.” She’s already planning it, by the sounds of it. Sorry, Abel, you may not get a say in the matter at this rate. Maybe, just maybe, she’s latched on in her own weird way. It’s less of an, ‘I need to be near you, I trust you’, and more of a… ‘I will annoy you endlessly until you like me’, kind of attachment. But in a way… perhaps it’s more endearing for some.
