She sat up and winced, pulling the blankets around her head.
She wasn't sure how she'd ended up in her bed. She guessed she'd somehow stumbled to her bed but then her whisky blurred mind made a connection.
"Hey, Captain," Came a soft voice, she turned bleary eyed toward it.
Note to self: no more whiskey… for a while lately.
"Riggs?" She croaked. "You've been there all night?"
"Yeah," He smiled weakly from the chair he had pulled toward her bed.
"You didn't have to…"
"You had me worried last night,"
"Sorry," She said with a weak smile, "I had me worried too." She pulled her legs toward her chest and sighed.
She ran a hand through her red hair, "I must look a right mess…."
Corso rubbed his eyes, "To be fair, I'm probably not looking my best right now,"
There was a pause and she chuckled slightly.
"Still don't know how you put up with me farmboy, even I would have run a mile by now."
He placed his hand over hers, "If I was going to run, I would have done it long before now." The he added.
"You going to be okay?"
"Yeah, remember I'm tougher than I look." She squeezed his hand back.
"I know."
Corso stood up.
"Where do you think you're going, Riggs?" She patted the space beside her. "You need to sleep too, I feel bad you've spent the whole night worrying about me,"
"Anything you want captain," He stifled a yawn before smiling.
"Just get your rear in the bed," She huffed, trying to sound 'captiny' but failing somewhat due to a whisky induced slurr.
He settled beside her and she rested against him, her eyelids already becoming heavy.
"You're right, it is nice to have someone to look after you though," She murmured before sleep took her.