[There's a slight hesitation in their conversation that she doesn't expect, and for an irrational second, she thinks he might kiss her. Then the moment passes, and it takes her a second longer to realize she's leaned in instinctively, and when he turns away she swallows, letting out a breath.
Jesus Christ. Sleep deprivation. That's all it is. She needs to get her shit together.]
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Jesus Christ. Sleep deprivation. That's all it is. She needs to get her shit together.]
...Hey, we need someone to fly us off this tub.