"Thank you," she chuckles, as he gathers his things and steps into the bathroom.
She sits for a moment longer, taking a deep, cleansing breath, and stretching her tired muscles. She rubs absently at her forehead and takes the time to think about everything that's happened over the last twenty-four hours.
(The memory of the kiss makes her blush.)
She moves slowly about the room after a while: fingering the literature, but not picking it up; glancing at the poems and papers on Doc's desk, but not really reading them. She steps to the dresser and pokes at the paper cranes. The new, orange one holds her attention. She picks it up, wondering what the significance is for him.
She doesn't quite set it back straight, when she's done looking at it.
Eventually, she just ends up right back where she started, legs curled underneath her and head leaned back on the couch. She closes her eyes for only a minute.
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She sits for a moment longer, taking a deep, cleansing breath, and stretching her tired muscles. She rubs absently at her forehead and takes the time to think about everything that's happened over the last twenty-four hours.
(The memory of the kiss makes her blush.)
She moves slowly about the room after a while: fingering the literature, but not picking it up; glancing at the poems and papers on Doc's desk, but not really reading them. She steps to the dresser and pokes at the paper cranes. The new, orange one holds her attention. She picks it up, wondering what the significance is for him.
She doesn't quite set it back straight, when she's done looking at it.
Eventually, she just ends up right back where she started, legs curled underneath her and head leaned back on the couch. She closes her eyes for only a minute.
Just a minute.
And falls into a fitful sleep.