[When he starts sounding like a kicked puppy, it's time for sleep. But he doesn't want her to leave and he doesn't want her to stay, so maybe if he just remains conscious...
[Mike seems to agree with Steph, mewing at Saul once Steph sets her down beside the couch.
Steph, meanwhile, heads to the linen closet and grabs a blanket, bringing it back to toss over Saul. She rests a hand on his shoulder for a moment, before pulling back.]
Goodnight, Saul.
[And if he has nothing else to say, she's going to let herself out, making sure the door locks behind her.]
So what if he wakes up with a stiff neck? The UE mattresses were worse.
As soon as the blanket's over him, he curls up, stifling a yawn against the fabric. The last thing he says is an incoherent mumble, but Steph wouldn't be far off the mark at all if she guessed he just said "night."
Poor Saul. He's so tired the kiss on his cheek didn't even register, nor did the hand on his shoulder. Just give him a few hours — he'll remember it after he wakes up.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
controlledvariable) wrote2014-02-02 07:59 pm
no subject
[She'd really rather not, especially not when she's feeling comfortable and safe and warm.]
no subject
[When he starts sounding like a kicked puppy, it's time for sleep. But he doesn't want her to leave and he doesn't want her to stay, so maybe if he just remains conscious...
Easier said than done.]
no subject
Eventually:]
You should get some sleep.
[She leans in to press a kiss to his cheek, before drawing away completely, carefully scooping up Mike as she gets to her feet.]
no subject
[His voice is a murmur, and as soon as she's up, he flops onto his side. He's sleeping on the couch tonight.
Blearily:] Don't take my cat.
no subject
Saul!
[She's totally going to take his cat.]
Go to bed!
no subject
He grumbles and waves a hand at her, pressing his face against the cushion.]
I am!
no subject
no subject
no subject
[Mike seems to agree with Steph, mewing at Saul once Steph sets her down beside the couch.
Steph, meanwhile, heads to the linen closet and grabs a blanket, bringing it back to toss over Saul. She rests a hand on his shoulder for a moment, before pulling back.]
Goodnight, Saul.
[And if he has nothing else to say, she's going to let herself out, making sure the door locks behind her.]
no subject
So what if he wakes up with a stiff neck? The UE mattresses were worse.
As soon as the blanket's over him, he curls up, stifling a yawn against the fabric. The last thing he says is an incoherent mumble, but Steph wouldn't be far off the mark at all if she guessed he just said "night."
Poor Saul. He's so tired the kiss on his cheek didn't even register, nor did the hand on his shoulder. Just give him a few hours — he'll remember it after he wakes up.]