[ and she does close her eyes. after a moment, she even settles a little more firmly against him (or snuggling in closer, but she won't let herself think of it that way) and lets out a breath, some more tension bleeding from her frame. ]
[ they're both just resting their eyes. they're both just napping. bobbi definitely isn't sinking deeper into sleep than she's managed the last few nights, too used after what she remembers to be years of sleeping next to him to having him there, to hearing him breath as she drifts of and curling an arm over his chest as she sleeps. ]
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[ and she does close her eyes. after a moment, she even settles a little more firmly against him (or snuggling in closer, but she won't let herself think of it that way) and lets out a breath, some more tension bleeding from her frame. ]
Thanks, Marcos.
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[ he lowers his voice and closes his own eyes, telling himself that he's just going to rest them for a bit.
but, deep down, he knows he's going to fall asleep too. right there on the couch with her in their apartment after she'd died and they'd been married.
a nap was deserved. ]
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