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[notagod_apollo]

It's been a hell of a day, first an entire shift running combat drills in the sims, then the argument with Kara. He can only hope she comes up eventually, like she said she would. Still, that worry isn't quite enough to keep him from being asleep almost before he hits the bed. On top of the covers. Fully clothed. It happens.

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[oh_frak_me]

*She does come in, as she said she would. She's not drunk, but she definitely smells of whiskey. She smiles at him asleep on the bed and strips out of her top and pants, switching them for pajama pants, before she lies down next to him to watch him sleep*

[notagod_apollo]

He shifts towards the new weight in the bed, knowing somewhere in his sleeping mind that it's be her.

[oh_frak_me]

*She rests her head on her hand and just watches him. He's so much younger asleep, so much less cautious and afraid and neurotic. All those lines smooth away in sleep*

[notagod_apollo]

It is more telling of the man he used to be. Might have been maybe. He's not entirely sure he was ever that naive to begin with. He sighs softly and reaches for her.