It's heavier than expected.

Lethargic, heavy-footed, he follows her into the parking lot. Streetlamps flicker to life as they head to her car, her feet dragging, illuminating the depth of her fatigue.

Sesshoumaru rubs his temple, her exhaustion bleeding into his.

"I wasn't expecting that." Leaning against her car, Kagome doesn't bother to unlock it and knocks her head back against the metal, mascara-smudged eyes sliding over to him. "At all."

"Neither was I."

Sighing, she closes her eyes and hands him her keys. "Are we ready to talk about this?"

He frowns, taking them. "No, but we need to."