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[iustus_rex]

Edmund is in the kitchen, making tea.

This surprises no-one.

He's also thinking of catching up his correspondence, which might be a surprise if anyone knew that.

Considering how late the hour, and the fact that Alex is asleep on the couch again, he's attempting to be fairly quiet, and has more-or-less decided to save the letters for the morning.

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[prydeful]

"I'm gone what, a few days, and you replace me already?" says a tired voice as Kitty walks in, going immediately to the sink and beginning to scrub her hands.

They're very red.

[iustus_rex]

"A replacement wouldn't be on the couch," he points out, raising an eyebrow at the red.

The not-quite-boiling teapot gets ignored in favor of crossing the room to join her, tentatively resting a hand at the small of her back.

"Are you hurt?" he asks, quietly.

[prydeful]

She hisses at his touch and jerks away a little. "Careful!" sharply, still scrubbing and not looking up at him.

It's a fairly good answer in and of itself to his question.

"I don't know. You might have decided you liked it better than the bed," because this is logic.

[iustus_rex]

"Sorry," he murmurs, letting his hand fall to his side.

He smiles at her, a little, crookedly. "The couch is a perfectly serviceable couch, and not bad for sleeping, but I don't think it's terribly comfortable for two people in such a manner."