He watches with some private amusement as she comes just a little bit closer to him - casually, deliberately. Just a little adjustment from partner-space to partner-space. Whatever else might be true, she doesn't appear to regret last night, and he's grateful for that.
"Yeah," he answers, and though he doesn't lean down to kiss her, he gives her an unabashed smile, wide and lazy in a way no one else ever sees. "You've always had good taste in mattresses."
Having company and a little pre-sleep entertainment doesn't hurt, either.
His traitor mind thinks, What if it stayed this way? What if they found a way to keep her alive and shrugged apologetically at her family and went on living like this? Together, happy, living a quiet life spent wrapped up in each other's arms - until you destroy it again, Fox.
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"Yeah," he answers, and though he doesn't lean down to kiss her, he gives her an unabashed smile, wide and lazy in a way no one else ever sees. "You've always had good taste in mattresses."
Having company and a little pre-sleep entertainment doesn't hurt, either.
His traitor mind thinks, What if it stayed this way? What if they found a way to keep her alive and shrugged apologetically at her family and went on living like this? Together, happy, living a quiet life spent wrapped up in each other's arms - until you destroy it again, Fox.