"I wasn’t going to wake you, but your carefully laid booby trap was very effective." He quietly jokes as he sits on the edge of her bed, taking off his shoes. He’s still dressed in his suit, although his tie is undone already and the buttons on his layers are in various states of undone. His hair is messy and she knows he’s been dragging his hands through it all night. She stretches, blinking away the sleep before crawling under the covers that she had never quite made it under. 