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[argyle_princess]

She didn't really eat breakfast. She knows she should, and she needs to, and all, she just isn't hungry.

She is, however, tired. Very, very tired.

Which is why after not eating breakfast, Hannah went back to her room (that isn't really hers any more than the clothes in the closet or the toothbrush in the bathroom or the running shoes by the door are really hers) to take a nap.

At least in theory. Because what she has actually done for the last two hours is stare at things -- the wall, the ceiling, the other wall, the door, the ceiling again, yet another wall.

Finally she gives up, wraps her arms around her pillow (which isn't really hers, either), and cries.

She's not really sobbing, or even weeping -- those require more energy than she's got right now. She's just crying -- because she's tired, and frustrated, and frightened and worried and she doesn't really know what else to do, any more.

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[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"... chocolate and candy eggs."

Alright, this may balance out such things as the future's odd justice system.

Then again, it is also sweets.

And even better, Hannah is smiling. Wellard grins, and then leans over to gently kiss her.

"Thank you."

[argyle_princess]

"You're welcome," she says, and kisses him lightly before settling her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you. For putting up with me being tired and cranky and babbling and all."

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

He smiles faintly, reaching up to touch Hannah's cheek.

"Its... You would do the same for me." Simply.

[argyle_princess]

"Yeah, I would. And you would appreciate it if I did. So let me appreciate it that you are.

"Thank you."

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"Alright, then." He smiles softly.

"Though, we can see about fixing some of the 'tired, cranky and babbling'- or at least the tired portion of it." Wellard gives her a slight look- more with concern than anything else.

"When is the last time you got some sleep?"

[argyle_princess]

Hannah gives him a smile that's aiming for amused but mostly just gets to tired.

"I think that depends on what you mean by sleep. If you mean something other than staring at walls and then waking up every 30 minutes or so . . . the night I fell asleep in the bar, probably."

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Wellard blinks at this.

"... Well, if you wish to go down to the bar again..."

[argyle_princess]

Hannah laughs. (She probably wouldn't, if she weren't so tired, but then, if she weren't so tired, they wouldn't have had most of this conversation.)

"I kinda don't think the bar had anything to do with it," as pointedly as she can manage, though the amusement.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

He raises an eyebrow, still puzzled.

"Ah- alright, then...?"

[argyle_princess]

Hannah shakes her head a little, still laughing, and looks away.

But when she looks back at him, the amusement is pretty much gone.

"Stay. Please."

Same request she made twelve days ago, when Brennan left her here.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Ah.

He does catch on, eventually. Wellard blinks, and then nods slowly.

"Ah- Of course."

However, he is studiously looking Not at the bed.

[argyle_princess]

Yes, she notices the Not looking, and Hannah's honestly not sure whether to laugh or cry, and there are slight edges of both to her voice.

"Henry, I'm not asking you to sleep with me. Just to be in the room. And I'll understand if it's not something you're confortable with, since it's probably not something Nice Girls did in 1802.

"I just feel, I don't know, safer or something when you're here. Not alone."

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

He takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly.

"No, it wasn't." Wellard rubs the back of his neck.

"But this isn't 1802. I- Um." He bites his lip, cheeks red.

"If you wish to get ready for bed, I will wait out in the hall, and then-"

Well, there is a chair and desk in the room, and some forensic journals to read- even if those are the last sort of thing Wellard would ever think about reading to pass the time. They will work for tonight, and reading articles about saw marks on bones will help keep his mind off other things--

Hopefully.

[argyle_princess]

"I think I'm good, really," she says. "Jeans and a sweater are fine for a nap."

Aside from the bare feet, she's dressed no differently than she usually is when he sees her.

She kisses his cheek. "Thank you."

She's asleep -- curled up on her side -- within minutes.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

And Wellard takes a seat at the desk in the room, with a forensic journal to skim through. He has stood watch often enough on board ship, so keeping awake and observant is easy enough-

("I just feel, I don't know, safer or something when you're here. Not alone.")

But he has quite a few things to think about, that do not involve indentifying kerf marks on bones.