( She snorts again, a prelude to the quiet laughter of someone who doesn't quite manage to make it more than a change in breathing. With where he is, he can likely feel her chest moving. )
Caesar, go to sleep.
( It's like a celebration, as far as she's concerned. )
[ It was always him telling her to go to sleep before, but really, he'll let it slide. It's an idea he'll never turn down, going to sleep. So much for getting back to work, but...!
No matter.
He'll drapes his other arm over her, lacking anywhere else to put it besides leaving it awkwardly on his side, and closes his eyes, waiting for the sound of quiet breathing to lull him to sleep. ]
Had to borrow something. You had the worry part all covered on your own.
( Another almost laugh. She likes the weight of his arm across her, not bothering to stifle the yawn that comes over her.
It takes her a little to figure out that he's not quite sleeping yet, waiting on something from her. Takes her a bleary moment longer to realize it's more like when she'd been refusing to rest. She sets her breathing into a pattern to mimic sleep, something she's perfected since her earliest years, but it's a little too effective today. Before long, the pretense of slumber is indeed slumber itself.
Sweet dreams, kids. You deserve a few of them before the rest of everything hits the fan. )
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( Her rich amusement at that is delivered as she turns her head toward him. Dummy. )
'sides, Dean's gone.
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[ He makes a face at the very mention of 'Dean', the sort that gets across 'oh, that asshole', but if he's gone...! ]
Good. Someone should celebrate that.
[ Today must be Caesar is Tired and Grouchy and Hating Everyone day. ]
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Caesar, go to sleep.
( It's like a celebration, as far as she's concerned. )
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[ It was always him telling her to go to sleep before, but really, he'll let it slide. It's an idea he'll never turn down, going to sleep. So much for getting back to work, but...!
No matter.
He'll drapes his other arm over her, lacking anywhere else to put it besides leaving it awkwardly on his side, and closes his eyes, waiting for the sound of quiet breathing to lull him to sleep. ]
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( Another almost laugh. She likes the weight of his arm across her, not bothering to stifle the yawn that comes over her.
It takes her a little to figure out that he's not quite sleeping yet, waiting on something from her. Takes her a bleary moment longer to realize it's more like when she'd been refusing to rest. She sets her breathing into a pattern to mimic sleep, something she's perfected since her earliest years, but it's a little too effective today. Before long, the pretense of slumber is indeed slumber itself.
Sweet dreams, kids. You deserve a few of them before the rest of everything hits the fan. )