When Nos-4-a2 entered the den, he was sure he'd just be passing through ‒ it was almost midnight, and Two had woken up so early that morning, she would surely have been in bed for hours.
Yet, when Nos passed the couch, there she was. Two laid flat across the cushions, fast asleep with a book open on her chest.
"Good grief, Eve," he laughed, "I told you I'd be late..."
Two stirred but didn't wake. Nos hoisted his bag higher on his shoulder, taking the book from her chest and laying it on the coffee table. Leaning so his bag wouldn't swing down, he wedged his arms under her, lifting her bridal-style.
Two stayed deeply asleep as Nos carried her to their room and put her down in bed. He tossed his bag on one of the armchairs in front of their fireplace and laid his cloak on top of it, hovering to the windows on either side of the bed to pull the curtains closed. Before he laid down, he unclipped Two's cloak, leaving it on the floor because he was too tired to bother doing anything more. He fell heavily onto the mattress and pulled the sheets around them both, bringing her close, cuddling his head above hers on the pillow.
"G'night, love."
"Night, Nossy,," she whispered.