Zed's original plan was to wake up before John, so she left her room at 5am and went inside his quietly. Her bare feet were freezing on the cold tile floor and she found way to his bed on the dark. The windows were closed, and the only thing she could distinguish in the black pitch bedroom was a slim silhouette.
She crawled on bed beside him. His back was turned to her and his torso was shirtless. Zed wasn't sure he was awake; he didn't let any signs if he was having a nightmare or a good dream, or if he was just resting - even though she doubt it was any of the last possibilities.
While she waited for a sign - she didn't want to wake him up -, Zed traced his tattoos with her fingertips; she gently touched the lines of the triangle, and then she was touching his shoulder blades, the gap between his ribs. She received a strong energy, it caused pain at the back of her skull and a soft pricking in her hands.
"Zed", whispered John, suddenly, "what are you doing?"
"Just waiting you to wake up", she answered, trying to sound casual. Now she felt embarassed. She shouldn't be there, she knew John didn't like to wake up accompanied.
"And why are you doing this?" He wouldn't make things easier for her, would he? At least he hadn't faced her yet.
"I was planning on stop you to imagine everyone you love is dead", she said with a small voice stuck on her throat.
She felt, more than she saw, John exhaling slowly and deeply.
"Did it work?", she asked, humorous.
"Well, it certainly distracted me." He turned to face her. She smiled at him, trying to hide her shyness. Zed was happy it all wasn't for nothing.
"Good."
"What exactly would you do stop me?"
Zed shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I would just try to hoodwink you to go downstairs and eat the waffles I made."
"Sounds like a good plan to me."
Zed's smile became brighter.
"'Morning, love."
"Good morning, John. Would you give us the honour to eat breakfast with me and Chas?"