She smiled lightly. "I don't want you to leave me either," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "But work is important."
He sighed, then sat up. "Alright, fine. You should probably drink some water and then go to bed, though."
She tilted her chin as she always did when she was feeling defiant. "Francis, I'm fine," she said. She stood up and took her sweater off the coat rack, slipping it over her shoulders. "Come on. Let's go."
"If I go into bed, then I can't come downstairs with you," she said, frowning at him. "Seriously. I'm fine."
She frowned, drumming her fingers on her hip. "Compromise," she said eventually. "I will drink a glass of water, but afterwards I'll come downstairs with you. Deal?"
"Thank you," she said, relieved. She walked over to the sink, poured herself a small glass of water, and drank it quickly. "Is that good enough?"
She came over to him and kissed his cheek, pulling her sweater tighter around herself. "I promise you; I'm fine. Let's go, okay?"
She leaned into his side and pushed a few buttons on her watch, calling a taxi. "It's on its way," she said easily, opening the door. "It should be here in a couple of minutes."
She closed the door behind them and pulled her sweater tighter around herself. "All good things must come to an end, Craw," she said lightly, kissing his cheek. She took his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. "Come on, let's go."
