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_{[If she was being less CAREFUL about her words right now, she might have said the first thing to cross her mind, which was "The fact that it didn't seem like a big deal MAKES IT AN EVEN BIGGER DEAL."]

[As it is, she frowns instead. She'd only eaten about a third of the macaroni but it feels like a rock sitting there in her stomach.]}

It doesn't matter how she saw it, it's still what she was doing.

Yeah, I know it is.

But...[He shrugs, because he's not sure what else to do. He's still tired after everything today was.]

It's not happening anymore, and it was a while ago by now. I don't have to go back to doing it, so it's nothing to bother over.

[Except for on a day like today, where he'd gotten to dive right back into that old mindset.]

_{[It was indeed a heinously-exhausting and stressful day. Which is part of why Heather really isn't sure she wants to push further. They're both tired, and he really doesn't seem to think it was as awful as it sounded to her ears.]

[So she shrugs a little, trying not to let the ugly, reawakened thoughts about his 'Master' show on her face.]}

If you say so...

_{[It's just one more notch carved into the bat that she'd like to cave Dante's skull in with if she ever showed her face here.]}

I do, really.

[Whether it's true or not, is...really better to not deal with right this second. He hesitates, and then adds that very thing:]

And...let's not talk about her anymore, not tonight.

[He'd been loyal to her again, all day. It almost makes him shudder to think about, so he tries not to. Instead, he gives her a slightly strained smile.]

Maybe we should sleep, anyway, now that we've eaten. I'm tired from being wrangled all day, and I bet you're even more tired from having to do the wrangling.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

_{[Both cutting the subject off and sleeping. Pushing those stormy thoughts out of her head, she offers him a tired smile, shifting to collect the dirty dishes.]}

Honestly, if we spend much longer sitting and talking, you'll have to wrangle me into bed 'cuz I'm about to fall asleep right here on the floor.

_{[For effect, she adds a yawn that turns real halfway through it.]}

Heh, don't go and do that. I'd have to move you up with one hand and, I don't know, I guess my teeth.

[While she takes care of the dishes, he moves to get out of his (and her, he only notices as he's doing that) clothes and into the boxers and shirt that pass for his pajamas. He's tired, but not tired enough to pass out in jeans. Luckily, his wrist isn't so injured that he can't get out of his own pants with minimal fumbling--after today and the conversation they just had, HEY HEATHER COME HELP ME TAKE OFF MY PANTS WINK WONK doesn't seem like the best joke to make.]

[So he just climbs into bed, pulling her side of the covers down for her and flopping down heavily. Whoof.]

Maybe we just won't have to go anywhere tomorrow.

_{[She takes a little longer to make it, stopping to glance at the untouched salads and then tuck them into the fridge. Those can be for tomorrow for the aforementioned Not Going Anywhere.]

[Likewise, comments about how good he'd looked in her shirt (sunflower-yellow with green hair? NOT A BAD COMBINATION ACTUALLY) don't seem particularly appropriate either, so although seeing him pull it off makes the amused crook in her smile come back, she doesn't bring it up.]

[She is absolutely NOT above passing out in her jeans, but she kicks them off anyway before crawling into the sheets next to him.]}

I'm all for that.

You'll wanna be giving that wrist a rest anyway.

_{[She assumes it must be feeling better than earlier since he didn't beeline for the painkillers that he now knew how to take, but better safe than sorry.]

[She yawns again, grabbing her 'Gear clumsily from the chair she'd left it in and starting to type-- just a quick text message to Al and Joker (and Henry, as an afterthought, since she'd definitely called him in a panic earlier and hadn't really followed up on it) letting them know that Envy was no longer a murderous amnesiac.]}

What'd you even do to it, get it caught in a revolving door?

[The normalcy of just them getting ready for bed is actually really comforting just about now, and he's almost ready to just drift off right then and there. Until...]

Oh. Uh.

[Briefly, he wonders if it might actually be less embarrassing to tell her that yes, he did get it caught in a revolving door.]

[But he sure does look kind of embarrassed and shifty all of a sudden. He wasn't at all prepared to have to poker face.]

It happened during the fight with Al, just before you got there.

_{[The actual source of the injury isn't surprising, so she nods, still typing.]}

Oh-- shoulda known. What'd he do, wrench it?

_{[She doesn't sound mad at Al and it's because she isn't-- there's pretty much no clearer-cut case of self-defense than "my reformed ex-enemy lost his memories and immediately started trying to kill me again", after all.}

Itriedtopunchhim.

[He tries to mutter it as quietly and quickly as possible. Maybe she'll just hear the words 'punch' and leave it at that.]

Well, yeah, but like--

... Wait, you mean like.

That's how it happened?

_{[ENVY ARE YOU SERIOUS, IN ADDITION TO EVERYTHING ELSE YOU FORGOT HOW TO PUNCH PEOPLE?]}

[Envy's face slowly sinks into his good hand, muffling his voice.]

Okay look, fighting as a human is a lot different than fighting as a homunculus...

[HE FORGOT HOW TO PUNCH PEOPLE.]

_{[For the first time in the whole conversation, Heather starts to laugh-- really laugh. It starts as a giggle and then turns into full-blown belly laughter.]}

Oho my god!

I can't believe you sprained your own wrist trying to punch a middle-schooler! HAHAHAHA! I FELT SORRY FOR YOU!

[Envy sinks further into his hand, partially so he doesn't have to look at her and partially so that she might not see his embarrassed flush, letting out a long, anguished groan.]

Shut uuuuppp, I knooow...

Holy shit, like the rest of the day was shit and legitimately sucked for you, but holy shit! I can't believe it!

Instant karma!

_{[She's still laughing. She's so tired and she literally can't stop.]}

[With another drawn out groan, Envy just sinks right down farther under the blankets. And lifts a pillow to put right over his head.]

[Then, for good measure, he tugs the second pillow on his side free and tries to blindly aim it at her. Not that he's able to get much force behind it with one hand and at this angle. Not even by pillow fight standards.]

_{[If the day hadn't been an emotional rollercoaster, and if Envy hadn't been literally injured, she might have hit him back with her own pillow.]

[Instead she just 'oofs' at the thump and then keeps laughing, finally trailing off into wheezes after what feels like ages but was probably only a minute or two. GOD SHE'S TIRED.]}

Hoohhh....

[And if today hadn't been so long, he probably would have grumbled at her some more.]

[But it's been a long, exhausting, stressful day. And the space underneath the pillow is nice and dark and warm.]

[He's asleep before she even stops laughing, his breathing going deep and even.]

_{[Over the past month on the road, she's gotten very used to hearing Envy's sleep-breathing next to her. So when she turns back to him, it's obvious even under the pillow that he's drifted right off.]

[After the day she's had, she doesn't feel that far behind him.]

[So, not bothering to stifle a yawn in the process, she reaches over to shift the pillow a little bit so that he has room to breathe properly, before rolling over and shutting her eyes, herself.]

[Within a few minutes, her own breathing has joined rhythm with his.]}

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