Heron Lake Plateau And ain't it always the way

when niamh replied, tegan raised his head to look at her with a generous amount of concern-- and confusion-- written across his features. his pale gaze rested on her, ears pressed forwards as his tongue swiped out across his muzzle. not a good sleep? tegan wondered, suddenly, if she knew... if she was insinuating that she knew. but the thought only lingered for a mere second, and tegan reminded himself not to be such a fuckin dumbass. 

"no?" he questioned, trying to press more of an answer out of her, "do you wanna talk about it?" but, then again, it was a question. and she didn't have to answer if she didn't want to.

and then he shrugged, unwilling to share his own inner turmoil. he'd told bat, he didn't have to tell niamh. it'd probably make her question his judgement anyway-- like he was too fucked up to be making decisions or something. "i'm all good. i'm all cleared to be in the field again," he shared with a small flash of a smile. but, for some reason, tegan added, "i didn't sleep too well either." maybe he thought it'd make her feel better. i dunno.