[As soon as he's finished talking to Sonya, Saul heads for Steph's room. He just hopes —
The door's unlocked.
And there she is, asleep.
It's a relief in more ways than one; he sighs quietly to himself at the sight of her, happy that she's here and safe. More than that, though, he's happy she's resting. Maybe it'll help. Maybe she'll wake up and feel better. Maybe she'll love him again.
Mostly, he's just glad she's asleep because it means they don't have to talk and she doesn't have to look at him with that disinterested stare and —
He catches himself before that train of thought skips completely off the rails. He's too tired for this; the exhaustion's practically weighing him down, so much so that he all but falls into the bed opposite Steph's. He doesn't care whose it is. It's there, it's comfortable, and he finally has the opportunity to doze off to the sound of her breathing again, so he's going to take it.
In the space between consciousness and sleep, he might even be able to convince himself that none of this ever happened.]
???/;
The door's unlocked.
And there she is, asleep.
It's a relief in more ways than one; he sighs quietly to himself at the sight of her, happy that she's here and safe. More than that, though, he's happy she's resting. Maybe it'll help. Maybe she'll wake up and feel better. Maybe she'll love him again.
Mostly, he's just glad she's asleep because it means they don't have to talk and she doesn't have to look at him with that disinterested stare and —
He catches himself before that train of thought skips completely off the rails. He's too tired for this; the exhaustion's practically weighing him down, so much so that he all but falls into the bed opposite Steph's. He doesn't care whose it is. It's there, it's comfortable, and he finally has the opportunity to doze off to the sound of her breathing again, so he's going to take it.
In the space between consciousness and sleep, he might even be able to convince himself that none of this ever happened.]