She shook her head, burying her head in his chest as if to erase it from her memory. "Yeah. It's alright. I think I'm just going to sleep, if that's okay. I'm sorry I'm being boring."
She laughed slightly, listening to his heartbeat. "You used to make fun of me relentlessly on the ship because of my sleeping habits, remember? You've gone soft, Craw."
"How? We were on missions then and we're on missions now," she mumbled sleepily, her left knee resting on his thigh. "Nothing has changed."
"I think you just don't want to be mean to me and you don't want to admit you've gone soft," she replied, closing her eyes.
A slight smile crossed her face but she didn't open her eyes, her lashes dark against her cheek. "Hm. Too bad, Craw. You're soft..."
She murmured something and turned her face into his chest, relaxing for the first time since she had returned from the mission.
Penelope entered the room, her arms crossed sternly. She hesitated, pulling her curly grey hair back in a bun.
"I am," she replied primly. "And I need to have a conversation with your fiancée, so if you please..." She began reaching for her, her hand outstretched.
He blocked her again. "She wasn't lying," he said sharply. "I spoke with her myself. Therefore, you can wait."
