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He looked up at her, something adjacent to softness in his face. "Maybe you're right, Angel."
She nodded, barely looking up. "Okay. I deeply admire you."
He laughed, sounding a little sad. "God. We're pathetic; the Enforcers were right."
She picked up her experiment, swirling it thoughtfully. "Yes. He seemed a little apprehensive about this one. I am not sure why."
"And sleep in a bed. Can you imagine?"
She set Digit down, going around to the other side of the lab bench where they had cleared away some space for her small experiments. "I saw...
"The first thing I'm going to do when we get to the City is change."
Anya entered, holding Digit in her arms, her dark hair pulled back and her eyes bright. "Hello," she said brightly, coming over to him and...
He frowned, considering her question. "No, probably not..."
(Zoop!)
He stood up, brushing off his pants, looking up at the sky. "I hope it rains again today."
"Oh, you will," he said darkly. "You'll be well-rested."
She hummed quietly, her hands soft in his hair, but a few hours later, she closed the book and pulled him closer, shutting her eyes and falling...
"They're going to wake me up again next time," he griped, frowning.
She kissed the top of his head as he settled next to her, running her fingers through his hair. She propped the botany book on her hip and began...
"No, I'm awake already," he said flatly.
She shifted to give him more room, lying back against the pillows and reaching over to turn off the light.
He squinted at her. "I don't quite know why they woke me up instead of you."
"No, no," she hastened, shaking her head. "You should sleep."
"But you weren't quite sure," he countered. "You thought you knew it."
