"That doesn't seem right," she said, standing up and shuffling over to him. * * * He laughed slightly, embarrassedly.
He squinted. "Why not?" *** She kissed the corner of his mouth once more before looking back at the television.
"You realize that's not how that works, right?" * * * After the show, she might realize that he was asleep, his head lolled back.
"Meh. I don't agree." *** She glanced up sleepily, looking around before pulling the blanket off the back of the couch and pulling it around them, kissing the side of his neck.
She sighed stubbornly, but looked up at him with something adjacent to affection. "You're annoying." * * * His head rolled over to rest on top of hers.
She sighed irritably before looking over at him, her face still stubbornly troubled. "Thank you," she muttered.
Her gaze flickered up to him and she managed a small, tired smile. "Thank you," she repeated, taking the tea.
She glowered, going back over to the couch. "I don't need to lie down," she responded. "It's six in the evening."
"I'm not that sick," she replied, raising an eyebrow as she looked over to him. "I'm just... stuffed."
