( he's not a heavy sleeper at the best (worst) of times, but he's tired, and asami's house with the avatar watching over them and his entire extended family in another wing is about the safest place he can imagine in republic city. so when his head dips against his chest he doesn't fight it, he just. lets himself drift.

he's completely disoriented when he wakes, dick's gone from beneath his hand, the sun has crept in across the floor, warming him with the whisper of its heat. there's. a blanket? tucked around him, and mako reels back from it as if it were the corpse of some creature rather than something meant as a comfort.

he's half out of the chair, awash in panic when dick speaks. and then he. settles. for a second. it doesn't last, and he's up and out of it a moment later. he wheels on dick, an accusatory finger leveled at him. )

You idiot. Do you have any idea how close you were to dying? If I hadn't found you when I did, I would have been carrying you to the city morgue!