(Ah! I'm glad I'm not the only one!) She nodded in agreement, pulling her pajamas out of her bag. "Yeah, we've had a long day," she replied, kissing the underside of his jaw gently. "Are you going to get changed?"
"Yeah," he said quietly, shuffling through his own bag to retrieve pajamas. He pulled his shirt over his head with a sigh, revealing that there was the echo of a bruise on the back of his neck from the shot of electricity all that time ago.
She noticed it and cocked her head before walking over to him. Her fingertips hesitated before lightly brushing the bruise, gentle and secure. "Does it still hurt?" she asked quietly. "The electricity, I mean? I haven't seen you take that medicine in some time."
He looked at her, his expression calm. "No, not really. I still get jittery sometimes, though. But, that might just be from the excessive amounts of coffee I drink," he said, pulling on a clean, white t-shirt. "I don't think it's anything to worry about, any more. Oh, and I think my wrist healed. It doesn't really hurt as bad, now. Phos' medicine must've worked."
"He is a genius," she said, shrugging. "I'm going to go down the hall to change, okay? I'll be right back."
He nodded, turning back to his bag to try and find his soft pajama pants. "Alright. I'll be here," he said, a bit distracted.
She smiled at his back warmly, and left the room without another word, closing the door quietly behind her.
He quickly finished changing, and slid into the bed, enjoying the coolness of the sheets while it lasted. He stayed awake, though, waiting for Poppy to return.
Poppy returned about five minutes later, fully changed into her pajamas. Her hair was still up in a messy bun, although several strands had broken free from the hair tie. She closed the door behind her and joined him on the bed, pulling back the covers before lying down, her head turning to face him on her pillow.
Her eyes fluttered lightly when he kissed her nose, and she scootched closer to him in the bed. She rested her head on his chest and she exhaled deeply. "I love you too," she responded quietly. "Sleep well."
He wrapped his arms around her loosely, shutting his eyes. It didn't take long for him to drift off, his fingers twitching occasionally in his sleep.
Poppy soon joined him, her breathing becoming smoother and more consistent as she drifted off in his arms. (Time skip?)
She woke up suddenly, the sun shining in through the windows. She paused, and then sighed, remembering where she was and who she was with. Nuzzling her nose into Francis' chest, she desperately tried to hold on to the last tendrils of sleep, but she lost it with a frown. She bit her lip as she glanced up at the man sleeping next to her, holding her in a loving embrace, and she debated whether or not to wake him up or not.
Francis sighed in his sleep, resting his chin on the top of her head. He didn't wake up quite yet, but he was on the verge.
Her fingers lightly brushed his collarbones, and she rested her head on the base of his neck. "Francis," she said softly, her voice slightly muffled. "We need to wake up, I think."
