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[The slow ticking of a clock echoes as the loudest noise in David's office, understated by the slow, steady sound of him breathing.

He's not sleeping at his desk.

Probably not, at least.]

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[Probably not sleeping?

Well, there is only one way to make sure, right? Sneaking up to him might be a bad idea, what with the potential of him believing her to be an assassin of sorts, but... this is an opportunity too good to be passed up.

She sits down across from him, watching and smiling.]

Good evening, sleepyhead.

[She would tease him forever.]

[His eyes flick open, and there's a change in his breathing. He certainly had been asleep.

A few blinks to clear that away, and him clearing his throat to try and hide it.]

...Excuse me?

You aren't really trying to pretend you've been awake this whole time, right?

[She leans forward, grinning.]

How long do you think I've been here?

[Correct answer: no more than five minutes. But damn her if she tells that.]

[He clears his throat and shuffles some papers into place to cover himself.]

Minute, maybe.

[He may have been asleep, but she would have woken him up if she'd been there much longer.]

Only a minute?

Let us not bet on that, dear.

[She is just being obnoxious, really.]

Sweet dreams?

[Rather than say something that he would invariably end regretting later - one way or another - David eyed her impassively, one eyebrow lifting in dry sarcasm.]

Can I help you, darling?

Actually... yes.

[She, too, is about to say something that would likely not sit well with either of them sooner rather than later, but catches herself.

Her expression seems to soften, just a little.]

Get some rest.

[Surprise makes his eyes flicker, and then he lets a mocking smile curl his lips.]

Your concern astounds me, my dear.

[Well, the soft moment passes quite quickly.]

What astounds me is the fact that I walked in on you sleeping.

Imagine it had been someone with bad intentions!

[Her tone suggests that the ridiculous amount of irony isn't coincidental.]

I can. Vividly.

[He arches an eyebrow at her. his voice is missing the acid it would have had earlier in their relationship, at least.]

[Which doesn't go by unnoticed.]

Not that I mind seeing you sleep. It's just that there might be better places to do so.

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