Goodnight Moon

by hollenheist

AU NM - EPOV, Sequel to Payphone. 'Cause I've been trying way too long to try and be the perfect song when our hearts are heavy burdens we shouldn't have to bear alone. So goodnight moon and goodnight you, when you're all that I think about. All that I dream about. How'd I ever breathe without a goodnight kiss from goodnight you?

15. FIFTEEN

I had a bed installed in my room before she visited, anticipating that a couch would not be entirely comfortable for her human body.

She looked appalled at the sight of it, sweeping around to stare at me in comedic indignation.

Knowing she found my blatant flaunting of wealth wasteful, I had the good sense to try and look sheepish.

"Please don't be upset. There's no way in hell the couch would've been comfortable. Or held the both of us."

Her face was still mulish, but the fact she turned and went to inspect the comforter meant she'd at least conceded my point.

So far this was the most normal I had seen her, her natural vacillation of emotion and expression itself a vast improvement.

It made me wonder if it was the sameness of everything that kept her pinned in moroseness, the monotonous repetition reminding her of my prior absence.

Walking up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waifish form, kissing her neck.

"You seem happier today. Any particular reason?"

I didn't expect a response; this was just the world we lived in at the moment.

I communicated. She did, just less.