After such a thrilling and triumphant victory, Ruby had really expected that the moment her head hit the pillow, she would be out like a light. Instead, she just lay there thinking and re-thinking and over-thinking about what the attack on the train could mean and who might really be behind it or what they had to gain from it. Who was that girl that she fought the night of the dance? Or that girl Yang insisted on tangling with on the train? Why did she get the sinking suspicion that Torchwick wouldn't be in Ironwood's possession forever?

There was just way, way too much plaguing her, and if she couldn't fall asleep, then Ruby figured she might as well do something with herself other than laying around. After wrapping up in a cozy sweater, she found her feet carrying her towards the roof of the dormitory area when a sound caught her ears, pleasant and lyrical. She opened the door carefully and stepped out, surprised to see Weiss sitting casually with feet dangling over the ledge, singing softly to herself.

For a moment, she wasn't certain whether she ought to just go back inside, stay where she was and enjoy the tune for a while, or make her presence known for fear of catching the famous Schnee wrath. Fear won out in the end and Ruby coughed nervously as she approached, joining Weiss in sitting down. "I knew you were a singer, but I've never actually heard you before. You're really good."

"I should hope so. I've been practicing for as long as I can remember. Normally I would be insulted by 'really good' but... I knew what you meant." All the usual snide words were there, but lacking any of the usual venom. Mostly, Weiss just seemed... tired.

"I'm trying to not be so excessive all the time. But I can overdo it just this once, if you want?"

"No. But thanks for offering." She smiled, albeit weakly.

"You couldn't sleep either?" It felt like a safe question to ask. Asking her 'what's wrong' had a way of backfiring and causing her to throw up walls.

Still, even the innocent question created some tension in her shoulders. "Yes. I uh... I guess with everything that happened, it makes you think."

"Think about what?" Ugh, that one just slipped out, Ruby hadn't even meant to express it. But now it was out there, and before long Weiss was going to be yelling at her or something. Except that didn't happen. Weiss just kept looking sad and was avoiding glancing in her direction. "It's okay. I've been going over literally every possible question you can imagine. Maybe if we talked it through together-"

"Together!?" Whoops, there it was. Instantly her voice dropped to an angry hush when she remembered that it was the middle of the night and they were surrounded by dorms. "You want to do things together now? Where was that team-focused attitude earlier? Where was your spirit as our leader when you went wandering off by yourself and fell in a hole!? Without Crescent Rose, without your scroll, with me!" Weiss' eyes went wide and Ruby could see how shimmery they were now. Her face was vibrant and crimson. "W-Without... us, I mean. You... could have died, Ruby... And when everything feels so screwed up, you're not allowed to do that."

Ruby finally shifted over so she was seated right next to Weiss and placed her arm around her back, rubbing her shoulder slowly. "We're huntresses. That's always a possibility. And what if I hadn't fallen in that hole? We wouldn't have found Torchwick and those White Fang guys and the train? Today's catastrophe would have been a million times worse if I hadn't fallen in that hole."

"Do you know what I keep thinking? If I had to pick between what actually happened, and you staying with us? Even if that meant never discovering the train and Torchwick's plan working and everything going to hell?" She wrung her hands together, trying her hardest to be her usual fancy poised self. She wasn't entirely successful. "I don't know which I would pick. And that makes me feel like a terrible, awful huntress. It makes me want to give up and go work for my father's company and never touch a weapon again. All because-" She sounded too choked up to continue.

It still seemed tough to believe, but Ruby attempted to finish the thought anyway. "Because of me?" Weiss covered her mouth, shutting her eyes tight, nodding slowly. "Um. I'm really sorry Weiss. At the time, I guess I wasn't thinking much – which, hah, isn't that always my problem – but I also knew that if I got myself into a scrape, you'd be there to save me. Er, you guys. All of you. T-Team RWBY!"

Without warning, Weiss threw her arms around her shoulders and hugged her tight, burying her face in Ruby's neck in an attempt to hide her sniffling. Again, it wasn't entirely successful. "O-Okay well... Just think next time. Idiot. Because you're not allowed to die. That's the rule. If you think... y-you're gonna die, you tell whoever you're fighting that Weiss Schnee said it's against the rules."

"The Schnee name has been known to strike terror in the hearts of all who hear it, even Grimm. I'm proud to add this weapon to my arsenal. May I ask why you-" Any further banter was cut off by Weiss' lips pressing against her own. Oh. That was why. Well, it wasn't as if Ruby didn't have perhaps a few unresolved feelings in that department herself. She definitely wasn't going to begrudge Weiss an angry kiss in the heat of the moment.

Sleep was tough sometimes. Yang yawned softly and turned on her side, shocked to see that both beds across the room were empty. A moment or so later she became aware of the sound of shifting and light from below her. She shuffled over and drooped over the edge of her bed to see what Blake was up to. Her partner was sitting upright, idly fiddling with her scroll. "Hey..."

"Hey..." Blake offered a weary smile and slowly set her scroll aside. "Seems none of us are sleeping properly tonight. Can't say I'm entirely surprised. Today was... a nightmare. I'm not even ready to start processing the thought of the White Fang working together with a slime like Torchwick."

"Any clue where the Wonder Twins disappeared off to?"

The faunus glanced toward the window with just a twinge of melancholy. "Ah. Up on the roof. I was initially woken up by the sound of Weiss singing. It was very nice." Her ears twitched slightly, doing that adorable little radar thing they did. "Ruby joined her recently. They're... having a moment."

Yang might have been thrilled to hear that those two dorks were finally just admitting what was going on, but Blake looked so weirdly depressed that it was hard to be too excited. Besides, Yang wasn't really in a position to be mad at someone for not talking things out. Case in point, her partner sitting there looking sad about everything and she didn't have a clue where to start helping her. But Yang also wasn't one to let her own incompetence stop her from trying. With all the finesse of a gymnast combined with a street fighter, she somersaulted over herself, plopping to a seated position vaguely next to where Blake was with a cheeky grin. "You say that like it's a bad thing!"

"Well it... I-It interrupted the song. It was beautiful. Our teammate is a very lovely singer. I mean her singing voice is... lovely. Well. She's lovely too."

Hoooo boy... We did not prepare for this. But that's okay! If anyone is ready for a little improv, it's us, Yang. It's all fine. Blake just have an obvious, painful crush on Weiss. Whatever. Showing zero social graces, Yang gave her a friendly slap on the back. "Well hey, good news, because you're also lovely! And talented. And graceful. And yeah, Ruby's awesome too. We're all awesome. So as far as I'm concerned, it's only natural that you would feel both happy and jealous at the same time. I can... I mean I get it. Being conflicted."

Blake looked back at her with sudden intensity, eyes searching slightly. "You..." If she had meant to say more words than that, they weren't coming. So the two sat in silence for a while, Blake just... staring Yang down with a weirdly intense curiosity. It was probably only thirty seconds or so, but for an impatient beast like Yang, it was really freaking long. So long, she didn't even realize that Blake had been slowly and carefully moving closer and closer to her. As always, she was so fluid and cat-like, somewhere between investigative and predatory.

Blake's hand rose up, just as slow and steady, agonizingly slow, and Yang was terrified of moving for fear she would frighten her or something. Her fingers made their way past her ear, grazing it lightly as they did so, and nestled among her amber locks. Not once did Blake sever eye-contact with her, and it was as alluring as it was terrifying. The hand did its best to push her hair out of the way and tuck it behind her ear. Then it moved further back, lightly resting along the nape of Yang's neck. She used its new position to gain the leverage necessary to tug their faces closer and closer together. Always slow and steady.

Finally, blissfully, wonderfully, amazingly (and a bunch of other adverbs as well) they kissed. Yang was hardly a stranger to physical affection. But Blake was so different from anyone she had ever been with before. Each movement was slow and gentle and methodical and yet full of that same intensity she put into her every word and movement. Okay yes, you could safely say that Yang was a little bit obsessed with Blake lately. But the good news was that the affection was reciprocated.

One got the impression that Blake really did like to take her time with literally everything. It seemed as though this kiss could go on for hours. Cuddling with her must be a marathon. Oh my god, and the-

Any further thoughts, NSFW or otherwise, were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. "You speak madness, Ruby Rose. I'm simply saying we'd have to rename the team, and we'd probably get someone who doesn't come up with adorable names for all our team attacks, and... Huh. That's interesting."

The downside to taking things so slow and casual was that when you were interrupted by, say, your sister and your other roommate, you lacked the energy necessary to pull apart quickly and pretend like you were doing literally anything other than what you were actually doing. The air in the room was awkward to say the least.

"I-I can explain!" the poor faunus blurted it out so quickly that it actually kind of startled Yang after all that careful tenderness.

Weiss just smiled knowingly, and even Ruby was looking pretty pleased with herself. Yang felt the urge to fix this situation, but she wasn't immediately sure how. She didn't want to just turn it around on Weiss and Ruby, that was hardly fair. She liked being there with Blake, but she also wanted Blake to be happy with Weiss, but she liked Ruby being happy with Weiss, and god this was all just too confusing.

After all, relationships formed when you joined your hunting party, that was common. Poor Pyrrha was constantly fawning over Jaune, and everyone knew about Coco and Velvet. And her dad had married not just one but two of his team members. More to the point, she had long since developed a theory that Taiyang had been dating both girls' mothers even before marrying either of them. Perhaps such a thing was genetic?

"C'mere... We're all stressed out and being weird and I think we need a nice group cuddle pile. Besides, it's clear, we gotta talk about some things."