-Comfort-
Elizabeth never saw things similar to this. Earlier this day, she saw a man assaulting someone she knew, her Friend knew that man and gave him money; She couldn't understand it.
She wanted to help but couldn't, she was too scared. So much for that plan.

It's the early hours of the night when she catches him still up and seated on the couch using a medical book as some sort of surface to write on. Under the dim lighting, Elizabeth can see the darkening half-moon bruises under his eyes.
"H-How's not dying going?"

The boy refrains from looking up from his task, and instead, chooses not to answer, keeping his head low. He continues with his task, in which he is writing a letter, mechanical pencil scratching away at his paper. One might wonder why she was even here. You see, she passed out earlier that day from exhaustion and was brought to Office, who is still not home, and was put into one of the beds in the main room. She makes her way over to him.

"What are you doing, My Lady?"

"Being nice." she scoffs, feigning offense, tugging on several strands of his hair to shut him up.
She relishes the nearly inaudible noise of surprise that he makes at the back of his throat, and she can't help but laugh quietly at his reaction. Before her hands are fully retracted, he leans his head back. The tips of his ears are pink. There's a pleased smile spreading on her face, and she resumes in sliding her fingers through his hair. His eyes flutter closed.
"You need to slow down to win me," she comments with a click of her tongue, already transitioning to knead at his shoulders. His head lolls to the side when she finds a knot, giving her more access, and her fingers work into his skin to unravel and soothe the tight muscle. His breaths are shallow now, and she's not sure whether he's fallen asleep, or not.

"Pheonix?" She says softly, and when he doesn't reply, she tries again. "You still awake?"

"Mmnh..."

A quiet, airy laugh resounds at his mumbled response. Elizabeth makes the move of pressing a chaste kiss to the top of his head, her lips lingering in the soft tufts of his hair. Unsurprisingly, this does not faze the older boy in the slightest. She stores his notebook away. She walks around the couch, she tidies his belonging. Then, she slips the medical textbook out of his arms, placing it underneath the other heavy textbooks. They didn't belong to him, she knew that much. They must ahve belonged to Kannon, did he ask before touching his stuff?

"Come on, let's have you lie down," she whispers, placing a hand on either side of his arms. He obeys in a sleepy daze, lowering himself to a semi-comfortable position with Elizabeth's guidance. "Good thing it's a weekend tomorrow,"

He moans, annoyed at the fact that she's still talking. "You talk more than i thought..."
Her nose twitches at his immaturity, and she steps forward to lightly slap the back of his head, an idea forming in her head. "Up," she instructs, and he grunts. "You also need a Pillow right? Hurry up before I change my mind, Blunderbuss."

"Do you have a pillow?"

"No, but I have my lap."

There is a pause, and she is close to simply retreating to her bed, but he lifts his ehad, much to hus reluctance. Elizabeth positions a hand on the side of his head, supporting him in keeping it raised in order to take a seat. Once she's in place, he adjusts himself so he isn't face-to-face with her upper body and lowers his head so it's comfortably on her lap.
The girl sighs a little, willing herself to relax. She knows her entire lower body is going to end up numb sooner or later due to his heavy head, but she knows that the Chuckle head needs his sleep. He's thrown an arm over his eyes.

"Are you comfortable?" he questions, his voice near quiet.
Elizabeth looks down at him, vauge surprise evident on her features. That was one of the rare times he asked and said something normal, not over the top Romantic, just normal. She's suddenly thankful that his eyes are covered, or else he would have seen her reaction.
"I'll manage." she closes her eyes, leaning her head back.

"Okay."

"Now sleep, you Unlicked Cub."

"Don't Insult me."

They fall asleep to the soft drone of the ceiling fan.