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[Once again, it's the middle of the night, and once again Emil is having trouble sleeping. This time it's not dreams that are disturbing him, but the constant presence of the ghostly figures of his parents. Even though they've talked and come to an understanding (and how surreal that entire conversation was), he still can't help but be bothered by everything this experiment has forced him to acknowledge and confront, both about himself and about those close to him. It's no surprise that sleep isn't coming easily to him right now.

He shuts his eyes for a moment, then opens them again to find... someone he did NOT want to see again. Letting out a startled, frightened yelp, he jumps, falling right off his bed and knocking his journal off the nightstand in the process. It falls open to record his next words.]

Y-you... no... go away... go away! We killed you, you're dead... you're not real...

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[And that's enough to get a smile out of the kid, small and shaky though it may be.]

Thank you!

[He climbs to his feet and enters the room, glancing around until his eyes fall upon the single chair in the corner. That will do; he'll sit in that for the time being.]

[meanwhile, Richter climbs back into bed, ignoring the look all those ghosts are giving him, including the spirit of his own. This experiment had better be over soon.]

[As he promised, Emil is quiet, but it's becoming increasingly difficult for him to stay awake. He keeps starting to nod off, only to shake his head rapidly in an attempt to keep himself awake.]

[you can fall asleep in the chair if you want, Emil. Richter won't mind and the ghosts can't hurt you.]

[Finally he just can't stay awake any longer. Screw the ghosts, he's out like a light... at least, until he tilts a little too far to one side and falls right out of the chair with a yelp, bringing the chair down to the floor with him.]

Ow!

[Richter, who had just drifted back off to sleep, wakes with a start. His eyes peer into the darkness of the room to see two ghosts and... Emil on the floor. A few seconds later, he gets a nasty suspicion of what just happened.]

...

[Uh-oh, now he woke Richter up too. Definitely going to be scolded for this one...]

I-I'm sorry!

It seems to me like you can sleep perfectly fine.

... b-because you're here.

[He's more than a little embarrassed to be admitting that, but it's true. Somehow he just feels safer with Richter around.]

[which means that he can't send Emil back to his own room either. Once he does, the kid will likely suffer from insomnia again. He doesn't like the idea of Emil sleeping on the floor, though. ... Damn, it was only going to be a one-time thing, but there's no other way]

... Get in the bed.

[and he moves the sheets back again, just like last time.]

W-what?

[This throws him for a loop. He definitely hadn't been expecting Richter to allow him back into his bed, much less be the one who made the offer in the first place. Not that Emil doesn't want to, of course... in fact, he's a little unnerved by just how much he wants to.]

You... you don't mind?

[Aww, now you're making him look like the good guy. Richter would never admit to being nice. The expression he gives Emil clearly says that, no, he doesn't mind. It also says that the kid should hurry up and get under those sheets before he changes his mind.]

[Emil is all too familiar with that expression; he quickly scrambles onto the bed and under the covers before Richter has the chance to say anything in protest. Like before, he's going to make sure to stay on his side of the bed, even though he really wouldn't mind being a little bit closer. He might not mind, but he knows Richter will.]

[damned straight. Especially with those two particular ghosts watching, he's not too fond of the idea of Emil getting too close. At least, without his glasses, he won't be able to see their mocking faces. So after rubbing his tired eyes one last time, he lies down again.]

... goodnight, Richter.

... Likewise.

[It will be a bit longer before Emil actually falls asleep, not because of the ghosts, but because he's wondering why he suddenly feels so warm. It's not just the blankets...]

[that kid better not have his first real 'wet dream' in Richter's bed.]

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