Early the next morning, Ferris entered the house, yawning sleepily as he made his way up to the room, holding his side gently.
He looked over at her, his expression softening. "Hey, sweetheart," he said gently, shrugging out of his shirt and lying next to her. "It's okay... go back to sleep."
After her show, Fleur had been unable to call a taxi. She had started back on her way home, frowning slightly with her bag over her shoulder.
It was later than it had usually been. The streetlights flickered on as she walked the empty streets, her footsteps loud against the cobblestone streets.
As she moved towards Ferris' street, she would see a figure step out into the sidewalk in front of her. "Hey. You Costlough's *squee!*?!"
