Dr. Drakken, meanwhile, had made himself ready for bed. Usually he stayed up a few hours after Shego'd gone to her room, finishing up any loose strings of that day's work. Not tonight. He was tired. Unusually tired, but not sleepy. He'd tried to fall asleep at first, but to no avail. For some reason he wasn't able to free his mind, letting sleep overtake him, so he just lay there thinking. He often spoke about his past, much to Shego's annoyance, but there were some things he wouldn't even share with her. He smiled at the thought of his assistant. Sure she could be quite a pain, mocking him and just not following orders. There were these moments though, when she could be very… "Pleasant." Drakken whispered the word to himself.
She'd share things with him. Not everything of course, but that was to be expected. He didn't share everything with her either. The "No secrets" rule referred to things that wasn't hard to talk about. Often she'd act very nice towards him, in her own way. She'd come with him to karaoke night, even though it wasn't in her contract and she didn't like it one bit. They'd also have a lot of meaningful conversations. Ones that didn't consist of arguing and snapping at each other.
After a while of thinking he came to the conclusion that Shego was his friend. His best friend. His only friend. In the past the friends he'd made had, at some point, turned against him. The few he made in elementary school, junior high, and high school had all ended up either siding with the bullies that tormented him, or just left him because he wasn't popular. He'd gotten some new friends in college, a posse as he called it, but they drove him away by making fun of him as well. It had been impossible to make new friends after that, until she came along. She made fun as well, but not at the same level. She'd never called him a failure, or a loser. She stuck with him.
Finally, after having been laying awake in bed for nearly four hours, Drakken fell asleep. He was clenching a teddy bear under the covers while he snored lightly. Some people sound like a car engine or chainsaw when they snore, but not him. He was clad in light blue pajamas and his hair was still in its ponytail. The large bed was completely circular in shape, with red covers. It was positioned in the middle of a dark, grotto-like room. A faded green light coming from a deep moat around the bed was the only thing that kept the room from being in complete darkness.
Drakken's bedroom was his private sanctuary. The one place he could get away from it all. The work, the stress and, last but not least, Kim Possible. This was where he'd go when he was upset enough, not in the mood to talk or just plain tired. Lately he'd felt very tired. No, not just tired. Exhausted. Even his latest plot hadn't been up to its usual standard. The last two days he'd mostly spent behind his desk, not doing much of anything.
A tired Drakken was also a cranky Drakken, so Shego'd lightened up a bit when it came to the remarks. She wanted to get a reaction out of him, not to get fired. Or worse. A small handful of times his temper had even scared her. She knew he needed her, and she knew he knew he needed her just as much as she needed him, but she'd still been unpleasantly surprised by some of his outbursts.
