It remained the same on 76's skin, not fading away but it wasn't going further either from his hands and wrists. Wasn't about to turn his head, even if he had a want to jerk it back he simply didn't have the strength to pull anything petty. Very aware of the weight against his back and arm around his waist, however. How the hell did this even happen?

There was a lower rumble of that growling in his chest, displeased by this entire situation. More so when it was clear Reaper was making himself comfortable, and 76 was still as warm as a personal heater, blanket half tossed out of and draped over a side of the hammock at some point during that dreaming sleep. Why the hell was he still so tired?