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After dinner, they both return to the reports that Steve is so adamant about going over; he wants to make sure they find out as much as possible about the lawyer, so their strike can be surgical, quick and painless. And also avoid local law enforcement to the extreme, if possible, when they pick him up. It's become obvious that they can't work him while in Stockholm. They must bring him here, to their neck of the woods. About an hour and a half later, Catherine starts to yawn, still suffering the effects of jetlag, and they decide to call it a night.
"Let's go to sleep. Come on," he says, getting up from the chair and stretching his arms above his head. As he starts to exit the room, she calls out to him.
"Are you really going to sleep on that pathetic excuse of a mattress? It is thin and uncomfortable, you won't get any sleep. You need to rest…"
"Oh, I uh… found a mattress propped up against the wall of the wardrobe, in the other room," he says, smiling apologetically. "I think this is the best sleeping arrangement for both of us, I'm not sleeping so well, these days."
"Oh, OK," Catherine answers smiling, thinking he is right. "I'm just worried about you."
"You don't have to, really," he says, as he comes close to her and looks her deep in the eyes, conveying that he's being genuine. He hugs her loosely and says, tired, "I don't know what I'd do without you. Thanks for being my friend, for being here, for putting up with me."
She smiles a disarming smile at him as she replies, "you're welcome" and they each go their separate ways to try to get some sleep.