She watches him emerge, eyes wide at the T-shirt and pyjama bottoms. His hair is a mess, and the scruff on his chin is, while charming, also a bit disconcerting. She's never seen him so low.
'Night,' she murmurs, finishing the last few bites of her salad. The wine washes it down nicely, and after a long moment, she rises to get rid of her trash, quietly as she can.
She can tell by his breathing that he's not asleep.
She putters a bit, returning her towel to the bathroom, and brushing her wet hair out, braiding it for the first time in three years. Wondering just what she's supposed to do now. Awkward as arse seems to be an understatement.
Eventually, she returns, turning off the lights one by one, until there's only the lamp between the bed. She wishes she had a book or some other reason not to turn it off.
She laughs to herself. 'This is stupid. I'm afraid if I turn the light off and go to sleep, I won't wake up again.' There's a waiver in her voice at the end of that sentence that wasn't there at the beginning.
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'Night,' she murmurs, finishing the last few bites of her salad. The wine washes it down nicely, and after a long moment, she rises to get rid of her trash, quietly as she can.
She can tell by his breathing that he's not asleep.
She putters a bit, returning her towel to the bathroom, and brushing her wet hair out, braiding it for the first time in three years. Wondering just what she's supposed to do now. Awkward as arse seems to be an understatement.
Eventually, she returns, turning off the lights one by one, until there's only the lamp between the bed. She wishes she had a book or some other reason not to turn it off.
She laughs to herself. 'This is stupid. I'm afraid if I turn the light off and go to sleep, I won't wake up again.' There's a waiver in her voice at the end of that sentence that wasn't there at the beginning.