"No, I didn't think so. But I'm down the hall if you need anything." Lust watched him for just a moment from the doorway, aware of but not thinking on the fondness she felt for him. She was glad he was staying, that she'd know where he was and know he was safe. And close by. It was oddly reassuring.
"Goodnight," he finally said quietly, looking up to give her an apologetic sort of look. And she was still smiling. Scar's eyes lingered on hers for a moment too long, and he glanced away, pulling his legs onto the bed and picking up his sleepy Skitty.
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"Goodnight, Scar. I hope you sleep well."
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