She chuckled as she slid in, thanking him in a slight murmur. She buckled herself in, her brain still going over what had happened in the house. "God. I can't believe we did it," she said, putting her hands to her temples as Francis entered the car. "I was so worried about messing that up."
She laughed lowly, ducking her head slightly. "Do you ever notice that with those meetings that they call us to, I always remain quiet and let you do the talking? There's a reason for that. I have no doubts in my mind that you're the eloquent one of this duo."
"Is that so? I thought you did great talking in there," he said, turning his head to look out the window. "This is my favorite time of night."
"Because it's the beginning, and all the streets are lit up, and partiers roam. I just like the night in general," he said, then was silent. "I might go to the observatory tonight."
"God, I hope not. I just want to watch quietly, and enjoy something today." He leaned his head against the glass. "I'm tired."
"You've had a long day," Poppy said gently. "If you want to try to sleep on the ride back, you're welcome to. I'll wake you up when we get there."
"Go ahead," she said, glancing over at him. "If you want to go look at the observatory tonight, you're going to want to get as much rest as you can. I'll wake you up."
She watched him for a moment, her expression difficult to read. "Of course," she said eventually, and the corners of her lips curved up in a smile.
He didn't bother opening his, and his hands rested neatly on his lap. "Good," he said quietly. Minutes later he dozed off, his breaths slowing.
Poppy smiled slightly and turned to look out the window, her fingers idly fiddling with her watch. They drove for a while as they approached their destination. The sun set completely, and Poppy stared into the night, her eyes thoughtful. When they finally arrived, Poppy unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over to Francis. She lightly shook his arm, her grip gentle. "Francis," she said softly. "We're here."
He grabbed her hand instinctively. His grip was strong, and just short of painful. He looked at her strangely, then let go, remembering what was happening. "Oh. Thanks."
She blinked in surprise as she sat back, a little confused. "You alright?" she asked, as she opened the car door.
"Okay," she said hesitantly before leaving the car and closing the door behind her. She came around to his side and started to go up the ramp that led to the inside of the ship. "When were you planning on heading up to the observatory?"
