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[ Not that she can see, curled against his side, but he makes a face at that; he loves her, he does, but he doesn't love her enough to want details. Or to watch her with anyone else. Unless they end up in a body bag. ]

Yeah, awkward doesn't even cover what that would've been. But, hey, I could drop you off and pick you up. It'd be like playing broken families.

[She was teasing, she hadn't meant it to be more than a joke really, but she feels him tense a little under her and she lets out a slow sigh..]

We'll just have to see how things go next time.

Next time. [ He's not asking or questioning, but he is pondering; he's not jealous, if she's going out and enjoying herself then it's none of his business, and if anything he's happy for her. If it weren't for the curse of the hangover, she would be able to take care of herself too. ] Maybe we should create a path through the apartment, make sure there's nothing to stumble over.

Next time... [She hums back quietly, she likes having him take care of her, more than she'd like to admit really. He's been there more than anyone when she's needed to be picked up and set right after one of these damn curses. They've been there for each other.]

That shouldn't be a problem. I don't plan on letting this specific thing happen again.

And here I thought the fun of it was worth a little pain.

[ His smirk is teasing, because, well, before the hangover really set in, she did say she had fun. ] Let's see how you feel when the hangover wears off.

Somethings are. [Well, okay so maybe the pain is worth this part of things.

Her eyes are closed now, her hand on his chest tracing idle patterns on his skin.] I'll get back to you after I feel better then.

Holding you to it.

[ Because one of these days, the two of them should go to the Blue Light, which is clearly the best place to go, and have themselves a great night. He's never really been able to let loose properly without someone to watch his back, and he can keep an eye on how much she consumes - everyone's a winner. Besides, at least neither of them are angry drunks, so things could be worse.

He smiles down at her, appearing vulnerable and innocent, and in many ways she is. Sometimes even he forgets that underneath it all, she's just a girl who never quite had the chance to grow up. ] But for now? You're going to sleep so I can get some reading done while it's quiet.

[She laughs soft and quiet, as she shifts to bury her face against his neck.

They should go to the Blue Light, just them. They'll have a great time, and she can keep an eye on how much he drinks, because she watches his back, that's what they do right? Besides, typically her consumption doesn't matter.

But, she wouldn't mind having him look out for her.]

Mmhm...Sleep...you've got me.

[ It's why they work so well, knowing their situations (more or less, because, well, everyone has their secrets, especially people who live and breathe them), and why he knows he can trust her to watch his the way he always intends to watch hers. No matter what.

Snorting a quiet laugh, he rolls his eyes. ]

Yeah, I got you. No question about it.

Good. Don't want anyone else. [She mumbles, her voice heavy at the edge of sleep. It isn't long before she drifts off to sleep.]

Now she tells me.

[ He sighs, slightly exasperated, but just as fond, and spends a good half an hour stroking her hair, watching her sleep, as creepy as it might be. And then he leaves her to it, burying his nose in a book he started weeks ago and never got on with. ]

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