It's quiet, tired, and gently teasing while also being layered in a sense of being deeply, deeply touched. After everything... it feels good to be cared for. It feels good for someone to want to take possibly hours out of his day to help her like this.
There's the slightest tug of a smile on her lips as she relaxes and gives in to the exhaustion weighing down on her. Some subconscious part of her is braced for the shot of adrenaline to hit when the darkness takes over, when the edges of what's so dangerously close to Nothing creep in, but though she stirs part way—
There's warmth at her back. A person (Johnny, she's distantly aware) is there, at her back, arm draped over her, breathing and alive and real and so without ever truly breaching the fragile surface of her sleep, she slips back under.
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"Mm. Can't say I didn't give you the out, then."
It's quiet, tired, and gently teasing while also being layered in a sense of being deeply, deeply touched. After everything... it feels good to be cared for. It feels good for someone to want to take possibly hours out of his day to help her like this.
There's the slightest tug of a smile on her lips as she relaxes and gives in to the exhaustion weighing down on her. Some subconscious part of her is braced for the shot of adrenaline to hit when the darkness takes over, when the edges of what's so dangerously close to Nothing creep in, but though she stirs part way—
There's warmth at her back. A person (Johnny, she's distantly aware) is there, at her back, arm draped over her, breathing and alive and real and so without ever truly breaching the fragile surface of her sleep, she slips back under.