He is slumped slightly and very uncomfortably to one side, head resting against the wall, long legs stretched out awkwardly in front of him. His jacket is folded beneath his head like a pillow, his tie loosened, shirt wrinkled from hours of wear, the flowers lay around him in wilted petals while his pristine face, usually so controlled and sharp, is slack with exhaustion.He is fast asleep right there at the door, he didn't leave before even after she'd closed the door in his face, the door to her own life and Nathan's but he'd stayed...For a long moment, she simply stares at him.Anger flares first, quickly.and quite familiar given that's the feeling he usually makes her have first, then closely followed by hurt, then confusion, then something dangerously close to tenderness. She thinks of all the things she could do in this moment, all the reactions she has every right to choose from, reactions that no one would fault her for either...She could very easily wake him and tell him
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