"So you don't really have a reason to stay awake," she said, turning and leaning back against his chest, regarding the whiskey in the bottle, swirling it in the glass thoughtfully. She tipped her head back to look at him, her dark green eyes pensive and studious. "So you should sleep."
"That's true," she said with a small nod, considering him for a moment before kissing him, her hand on his jaw.
She rested her head against his chest comfortably, listening to his heart. "Do you miss being alive?"
"That didn't end up so well for you, though," she teased, reaching up and hooking her pinkie in the collar of his shirt and pulling the fabric back so that she could tap his bare sternum with her remaining fingers. "Right?"
She paused, looking down at them, her smile dropping from her lips. There was a soft silence as she traced them gently with her pointer, being careful not to press too hard. "Did it hurt terribly?" she asked quietly.
