"It does," she said.  She looked at his face.  The bags under his eyes were too deep.  His fair skin showed the shadows of no sleep all too clearly, and she wondered how many nights he'd driven himself to stay up and test variant after variant until he was so tired he couldn't remember whether he'd stirred clockwise or the other way.  He looked the way he had their sixth year, only she hadn't loved him then.  "I'm not going to... there's no... you don't have to get it done by a certain date," she said, remembering how he'd been forced to perform that way before.