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[cheng_hu]

Daniel does not sleep like the dead. Considering the environment the people of Chicago live in, this is comforting. Usually he is a light sleeper, a long ingrained habit.

But after a long and rather stressful day, he'll sleep for a while, if he isn't interrupted.

The fire is built up, and Crabapple is settled down for the night.

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[sky_from_sea]

Anna has not been here in a while, but she remembers the layout of the place well enough after living there for an entire season.

She leaves her shotgun back in 'her' room, then slips quietly into Daniel's.

There are . . . . things she needs to talk to him about.

If she can.

But--he's sleeping.

Shit.

She hesitates, torn between waking him up and running again.

She's good at running. It's easy. This--

Talking is hard.

Shit.

[cheng_hu]

Daniel doesn't stir, except for breathing. He looks a little pale for someone of his complexion, but not as bad as Anna has seen before.

No visible bite marks, anyway. And the fire casts enough shadows to hide any dark circles under his eyes.

[sky_from_sea]

She bites her lip, looking down at him, poised to reach out.

Okay, this is ridiculous.

She's a grown woman and he's just Daniel.

She's still not moving.

Maybe--maybe if she just talks?

"Daniel!"

Or hisses, that's probably okay too, right?

[cheng_hu]

He starts awake, resting on one elbow. "Shénme- what? Anna?"

For this, he'll sit up all the way. "Anna." There's definitely relief, there.