Cisco sags, then thwaps Mick on the shoulder with a laugh.

"That was just mean," he protests. He presses play on the screen, then settles in, elbow propped on the bed beside Mick.

He lasts about twenty minutes before he's out, head drooped onto Mick's shoulder and breathing slow and even. It's the first time he's really slept since the storm hit, body able to fully shut down now that Mick and the others are safe.