Night
Rating: K
Summary: 100-word
drabble. 9Rose if you squint.
Disclaimer: It's
as far from being mine as the US is from the UK
Author's Note: I
wasn't sure if I should post this, but my beta called it "much
cute." There may be a longer version at some point; let me know if
you want one!
He's thinking—or as he should properly call it, brooding—when she finds him, late at what her body deems "night." He doesn't have the heart to send her concerned face away, even though what's wrong is, quite succinctly, her. So he makes cordial replies, telling her he's all right but wouldn't mind a spot of company, and though he's not in the mood for talking, there's something he's been wanting her to read anyway. He gives her the most boring text on temporal mechanics that he can find without making her suspicious, and watches as she slowly falls asleep.