[It really is the worst kind of survival: the boring kind. Leon thinks so, too. It'd be one thing if they were running from monsters or something like that . . . okay, he doesn't want that either! But sometimes, especially these past couple days, he thinks he does. He's no good at the actual survival part of anything, or even knowing where to start with it--so he's been mostly relying on others to give him direction and help him through whatever comes up.
He has no idea, for example, that the log he's flopped all over on the ground is a prime piece of firewood: nice and dry and big enough to last a while. Which are all the reasons he picked it to drape on for his nap, too. He's so groggy in all of this nasty heat.
He's not asleep, though, just staring into space in his boredom--at least there shouldn't be much moral quandary about making him move off it.]
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He has no idea, for example, that the log he's flopped all over on the ground is a prime piece of firewood: nice and dry and big enough to last a while. Which are all the reasons he picked it to drape on for his nap, too. He's so groggy in all of this nasty heat.
He's not asleep, though, just staring into space in his boredom--at least there shouldn't be much moral quandary about making him move off it.]