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[butterflyfactor]

It's strange how good the sleep is when you get there by crying yourself into exhaustion. It's something I've done more than once. Even as a kid, I didn't like crying in front of people. I guess it became habit, saving it all up. I'm sure some people would argue it's not healthy, but if it spares me from insomnia, I'll take that trade off.

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[howmanylives]

Jamie was sprawled on the lone, rickety bamboo chair that occupied their porch, his arm draped over his eyes to block out the sunlight peeking through the canopy. He was dimly aware of a spider crawling across his hand. He was acutely aware of Layla standing next to him. With a groan, he let his arm fall from his face, and he shifted a little to make himself more comfortable.

"S'tooearly."

[butterflyfactor]

"I won't argue that," she said, glancing around for Richards before focusing in on Jamie. He was very rumpled.

"How long have you been sleeping in the chair?"

[howmanylives]

"Haven't--"

He stopped himself short with a yawn that could've swallowed the island whole, if he'd had any inclination. His memories of last night hadn't quite caught up with him yet, and for the moment he just blinked at Layla, sleepily, willing his brain to kickstart into action. It was a very slow process.

"--even monologued yet."

[butterflyfactor]

One of her eyebrows tugged up a little, but that was as far as she let his admittedly endearing expression move her. Visibly.

"You should hold off and go lie down for a while, first."