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As soon as Mayday finished charming the natborn receptionist into letting them stay the night at the small hotel that was on the edge of a major city - which they'd walked for several hours to get to, after abandoning the small Imperial ship that they'd escaped that horrible ice-ball that had nearly killed both of them - Crosshair took the keycard and grunted a "Thank you." at the subtle elbow to the ribs that Mayday had given him.
The natborn nodded and turned away to mess around on their datapad, Crosshair rushed over to help Mayday stay standing. Despite the sniper's initial thought, after he'd killed the lieutenant, Mayday hadn't actually died just as they'd arrived on the shithole of a base, though he'd been close to death. After killing the lieutenant and taking out every guard he could, Crosshair had hidden them both in a ship and done his best to medic Mayday back to health, using every bit of the secondhand training he'd gotten on patching a clone up as they'd flown in hyperspace for as long as the ships' fuel could take them. It was only by habit that had Crosshair counting the number of doors the two of them passed as they walked down the carpeted hallway to their assigned room for the night.
Crosshair didn't trust whether or not he had found all of the trackers the empire put on their ship, hence the ditching on the far side of the planet, and the fact that the two of them were out of their armor. They were somewhere between the outer and mid-rims. Part of him wondered if he commed the batch... Would they respond? He'd done what he could to let them live, even as his head had been karked around by the chip...
But they had abandoned him to die on Kamino. he would have died, had Cody not come and pick him up. Mayday was doing better than a week ago, but still wasn't back to full strength. Hopefully the warmer air and access to decent nat born food would help.
Crosshair didn't even register the fact that there was only one bed for them to sleep on as he carefully guided Mayday down onto the bed, wrapping him up in blankets "They've got some kind of fresh fruit on the table. I recognize one of them as edible, would you like that? I also have some rations on me, if you'd prefer something familiar."
"I'd rather take a nap. We've been on the move for quite some time, and you could use some sleep as well, Cross." Mayday answered, gently tugging the lanky sniper closer.
Crosshair huffed, but allowed the command class clone to manhandle him into bed, curling around Mayday protectively, making sure that he had eyes on the exit of the room - which he had locked on the way in out of habit. "Alright, I'll rest with you."
"Thank you, Cross'ika." Mayday rumbled, relaxing into Crosshair's protective hold, in ways that no vod had in... Longer than the sniper would like to admit.
The warmth and relative safety did eventually pull Crosshair down into slumber as well, glad to have someone to face whatever the next morning would bring with him.