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[Okay.

And he takes it as a sign that this is it. This is as far as the both of them can crawl tonight— between his fear and her own, and the exhaustion that it brings, dragging them both down to the barest marrow of themselves.

All he offers is a low sound. A kind of hum in concession. Or finality. Or...whatever this is they're trading off when everything else is done and dusted.]

Goodnight, then, darling.

[A pause, before:]

Sweet dreams.

[notathreat]

Goodnight.

[They both sound wrenched dry. Neither of them have anything left tonight. She's not upset anymore, not really. Not in any way that won't boil off overnight.

Still, she's unlikely to sleep for hours yet, her thoughts a fuzzy static.]

You too. When you get there.