[She hopefully would take his advice, at least for the night -- a good sleep would help her more than anything else, would allow her to recover some of her strength and to slip her masks and walls back into their proper places.]
Still, nothing. [He would not pursue the hand, despite the fleeting thought to do so, and to catch it: that was not his place in this, and curiosity could be sent back to the dark corner of his mind from whence it had come.] You are welcome. I hope you don't mind, but they seemed reluctant to let me leave, especially that first night I came here. I borrowed your couch to sleep. [His expression quirked into the briefest of smiles for a moment; yes, he had slept on the same couch on which she now reclined.]
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Date: 2011-09-18 12:58 pm (UTC)Still, nothing. [He would not pursue the hand, despite the fleeting thought to do so, and to catch it: that was not his place in this, and curiosity could be sent back to the dark corner of his mind from whence it had come.] You are welcome. I hope you don't mind, but they seemed reluctant to let me leave, especially that first night I came here. I borrowed your couch to sleep. [His expression quirked into the briefest of smiles for a moment; yes, he had slept on the same couch on which she now reclined.]