When she opened her eyes, it was night and she was still in the warehouse, lying in a sleeping bag. Ahh, this Zee. There was an odd sort of familiarity with this one, she felt.
Ro pushed herself up and carefully moved towards the opened door, rubbing her fingers against her temple and the wrappings. Ouch. Feel that lump.
She stepped out of the building, limping because of her still injured leg, and looked around, curious. And then she grinned. There, sitting next to some shipping crates, head tilted back to look at the stars, was a sleeping and snoring Zee. Quietly she made her way over and curled next to him.
Almost instantly, Zee jumped and moved away, but within a few moments his eyes focused on her smirking face. "Ro? What are you doing up?"
"Sitting next to you, silly," she answered cheekily, leaning back against him. He raised a brow at her flippant answer.
"It's cold out here. You should be inside."
"I'm fine, Zee. Don't baby me." Even still, Zee shifted his jacket so that it covered Ro up at least partway. She didn't mind, snuggling into the man and running her fingers over the soft trim and velvet fabric. With her ear to his chest, she could hear the steady beating of his heart and breathing, breathe in his scent. It wasn't motor oil smelling either.
She knew—could feel Zee staring oddly at her, but eventually his gaze shifted back up into the sky. They both sat quietly. Zee had wrapped an arm around her protectively and held her close, and she smiled.
"Zee?"
"Yes, Ro?"
"We take care of each other, right?"
"Umm, yeah, of course, Ro. Are you sure you're feeling all right?"
In response, Ro hugged him tightly, breathing deeply one last time.
"Ro, can't breathe!"
She barely had time to ponder the irony of the statement.