Fingers twitched and curled, and the most 76 had the energy for was to grab a side of the hammock and not much else. It still swayed side to side slowly, as if trying to coax him in a far more gentle way to listen to Reaper's hiss and movements to let himself drift. He didn't want to, this was far from the first time that he'd bedded down with him, and there was even far more recent memory of it.

Just as forced in a way, against his want yet unable to do anything to get away from it.

Didn't stop his own eyes from closing when he couldn't keep fighting them open, hammock and Reaper's positioning keeping them well pressed together. 76 as warm as ever despite it all, and his body slowly relaxing against his will as a different sleep was fighting harder to claim him again.