"Depends on how hungry you are. You think you can eat a whole one?" He'd been so tired, and it gnawed at her that she'd let him get so far down that hole without dragging him out. She slid her hand over his, stopping him from picking at the paint. "If you're too tired for a shower, we can just crash and clean up tomorrow. If you're not still absolutely wrecked then. If you are..."

There was a look. A look that spoke of what she was willing to do to ensure that he actually got a full block of rest. "We'll just talk about that later." No, they would not. She'd just sit on him.