What was really needed was sleep, as I'd been operating on around four to five hours of sleep per night for the past three days, so he made sure I was tucked into bed safely with decongestants, and then crashed out himself. In passing, I note that Figment is a good person for me to share sleeping space with, as he doesn't take up more than his fair share of space, and does not snuggle too close for comfort.
Once we both woke up around midnight or so, we shared some strawberries and whipped cream in the kitchen. From a bowl, with spoons.
It's nice to have someone like that around. I could really get used to that.
Figment's good at reminding me what I need to do about things. Hearing "No, seriously, waiting patiently is what's going to be the best long-term" from $DEITY is more comforting than one might imagine. My year's technically up, so now it's the waiting game. And -- I can wait.
Turned out that the lack of hope thing was actually mine, and it had been contagious. Ooops. I felt like crap over that one.