Yeah, we do. We're getting good at it, huh. (all the shit they've had to deal with, and yet. still standing. still going strong. that's all that abby can ask for, really.
his yawn makes her yawn too, big and long. it's been a very strange day.)
Want to stay in here? (it feels odd, thinking of going to sleep with him another room over from her... so far away.)
[He’s started to get used to sleeping alone. He’s not sure if he likes it or not. And it’s hard to imagine sleeping a room away from Abby now that she’s here.]
Cool. (she doesn't need to do much to get ready for bed, just kick her boots off and leave them down on the floor with the tongues of them pulled forward. ready to pull them back on at a moments notice, if she needs to. force of habit.
he has to scoot over for her to get the blankets pulled back. they're so clean. they look like nobody has used them before, which is the wildest notion of all to abby, and she has two pillows for some reason– she passes one to lev, bunches the other up underneath of her head, and lies back with a sigh.
and another yawn, for good measure. okay, maybe she is tired after all. she thought she might have to wear herself out a little more with the book, but her eyelids are drooping already.)
[is the sleepy affirmation she gets to that question. His eyes are already closed, far too sleepy to even yawn.
He’s been good since he got here, able to make his way around and keep surviving on his own. He’s used to the strangeness of clean sheets and cooked food.
It’s just better than now Abby is here. He feels safe.]
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his yawn makes her yawn too, big and long. it's been a very strange day.)
Want to stay in here? (it feels odd, thinking of going to sleep with him another room over from her... so far away.)
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[He’s started to get used to sleeping alone. He’s not sure if he likes it or not. And it’s hard to imagine sleeping a room away from Abby now that she’s here.]
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he has to scoot over for her to get the blankets pulled back. they're so clean. they look like nobody has used them before, which is the wildest notion of all to abby, and she has two pillows for some reason– she passes one to lev, bunches the other up underneath of her head, and lies back with a sigh.
and another yawn, for good measure. okay, maybe she is tired after all. she thought she might have to wear herself out a little more with the book, but her eyelids are drooping already.)
Hmm, (she sighs, and shuts them.) You good?
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[is the sleepy affirmation she gets to that question. His eyes are already closed, far too sleepy to even yawn.
He’s been good since he got here, able to make his way around and keep surviving on his own. He’s used to the strangeness of clean sheets and cooked food.
It’s just better than now Abby is here. He feels safe.]