[Milliways stables]

[2goodarms]

On the short list of Things Curtis Didn't Expect, "talking helped as much as fighting to ditch his bad mood" ranks right near the top.

...okay, yeah, so did the kissing. And the promise of more, even if that "more" isn't happening tonight. And just -- being around Dejah, watching her smile, listening to the warmth of her voice. It's like she thaws the coldest parts of him; melts the ice with a touch; sets the water moving again. She barely has to do anything except be, and all of a sudden he's feeling better than he has all day.

How the hell did this happen so fast?

He's still dressed for the gym -- undershirt, wrapped hand, and all -- as he makes his way out to the stables. If Edgar's not there, maybe he'll try to re-introduce himself to Nitwit before going back to room 1001. That baby thoat's probably had a pretty weird day.

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[hate_gettin_older]

"Yeah." He rubs his eyes in turn, attempts to suppress a yawn and fails. "Sleep, you think?"

[2goodarms]

"Probably, yeah."

Or at least attempt to sleep. Curtis slumps lower against the wall -- he can't bring himself to sprawl, even with all the space, but he can stretch out his legs, at least. The yawn's contagious; soon enough, he's yawning, too.

"Night, man. Good to have you back."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Glad I made it back," he murmurs, eyes already closed. "Night."

[dejah_thoris]

Dejah wandered by their room, and they weren't in, so she decided she'd better go check on them.

She doesn't hear anything but soft breathing from the entire barn. It's like walking into a creche, listening to all the younglings sleeping. Almost a holy feeling. One of the horses opens an eye to study her as she goes passed, and she meets that large, dark eye.

She finds them asleep in the thoatling's stall. She leans her arm on the top of the door, just watching them for a long moment. Curtis looks happy and it makes her heart clench in her chest. She can't help but imagine watching that same sleeping face across her pillows.

In the end, she can't bear to disturb them. It's warm enough out here, Nitwit will be fine. They surely will as well. She watches for a few more minutes and then stifles her own yawn. Sleep sounds like a good idea, so she heads back to the bar. She'll see them all in the morning.