[He wakes slowly, squinting up at her with that lazy smile as he thinks for just a moment that he's still in his dream. Another few blinks and she's still there, dressed (so clearly not his dream) and looking down at him. He shifts, stretching a bit, which threatens to move the sheet off where it's covering, then reaching out for her, a finger hooking through her belt loop and tugging at it.]
Detective... I was just dreaming about you.
[He looked over at the window, seeing dark still showing out of it.]
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[He wakes slowly, squinting up at her with that lazy smile as he thinks for just a moment that he's still in his dream. Another few blinks and she's still there, dressed (so clearly not his dream) and looking down at him. He shifts, stretching a bit, which threatens to move the sheet off where it's covering, then reaching out for her, a finger hooking through her belt loop and tugging at it.]
Detective... I was just dreaming about you.
[He looked over at the window, seeing dark still showing out of it.]
It's late. Is something the matter?