Exhausted, emotionally battered, he lies with her in her bed and tries to pretend his eyelids don't feel like glue as the dissonant sounds of lo-fi echo around them.
We have a pattern.
Sniffles pull him from the thought. "No, Miko."
Kagome lifts her head from his chest and gives him a quizzical look. "No?"
Easing her with him, Sesshoumaru sits up against the headboard, his own unwelcome sniffle grating on his ears. "If you start again, I will. So, no."
She laughs, the sound watery.
"Miko." Covering his eyes again, he chokes on his own.
She just cry-laughs harder.
A/N: This is fast becoming my favorite fic to write. Major thanks go out to LadyGoshawk for her continued help in being my second set of eyes on this fic. Gos, I love you! Thank you, everyone, for reading. More to come, including Sesshoumaru's "homework." Stay safe, and if you have a moment, I'd love to know your thoughts!
