[They're never going to make it to the living room, at this rate. But that's all right, really, because there will be time for that. There will be time for everything — there's nothing but time, now. No train schedules. No endings. Just the two of them, now, one day at a time.
It is a slight shame that she probably oughtn't just climb on top of him right there in his chair when he'd so recently torn his stitches, but there'll be time for that, too.]
Good.
[She sighs, almost dreamy, and closes her eyes as she shifts to pillow her cheek on his thigh, letting exhaustion from the run and the stress of her flight from the train finally start to catch up with her.]
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It is a slight shame that she probably oughtn't just climb on top of him right there in his chair when he'd so recently torn his stitches, but there'll be time for that, too.]
Good.
[She sighs, almost dreamy, and closes her eyes as she shifts to pillow her cheek on his thigh, letting exhaustion from the run and the stress of her flight from the train finally start to catch up with her.]