Impasse

The constant worrying about the mother of his child was exhausting, of course it didn't help matters that it brought up some serious PTSD around when his family was murdered and he was held captive. There were times all he could think about was what would happen if he lost Maeve and their child, what would he do, how would he ever recover from such a loss. He was trying to not let it consume him, to not just stay awake every night worrying, obsessing. They'd been there once before and he wasn't sure if Maeve would tolerate it a second time.

Of course, once Lucien managed to fall asleep, not even an explosion could wake him up, he slept like the dead. As he lay there, sleeping, lightly snoring, he was only semi aware of being poked. It took him a few minutes to realise he was being spoken to, and even then he was initially responding in a half asleep tone, his words jumbled and not quite making a whole lot of sense at the moment.

Mmmm, put it on my desk. I'll flubber it in the yesterday. Some of his words weren't even words.