Darker London

It had taken a really, really long time for Stephie to fall asleep last night; she was too excited, her mind racing too fast. Luckily there were plenty of things to do with Thomas other than sleeping, and it was well into the small hours of the morning before she was tired enough to curl into him and, after talking sleepily for at least another hour, finally fall asleep wrapped up in his arms. She even dreamed happy, and though she didn't sleep for very long she didn't wake up tired. She woke up thrilled and cosy and honestly - still in a little bit of disbelief.

Maybe quite a lot of disbelief. Like maybe she'd dreamed the whole thing? That thought landed with a splash of confused disappointment, though, and she ran over their whole conversation again in her memory just to reassure herself it had actually happened.

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Razvan felt like an idiot.

He was wearing jeans like some commoner!

They were so scratchy and awful and oh god how did anyone wear things like this?! He had asked Serenity for help and she had found him a t-shirt with some kind of movie reference on it from her closet. There were clothes already in the house Peter had provided for them but he had to get there and apparently he was getting there dressed like this.

And his head was so cold.

He dropped by the hospital, ready to pick up Nova and head out to the town which would be their home for the next however long it took really. There was a car there to pick up as well, registered in their fake names and full of possessions which weren't really theirs. It felt strange to be doing something like this, but he trusted Peter and, perhaps more importantly to Razvan, Peter trusted him.

He wouldn't wear jeans for just anyone.

Squirming to think of Nova's reaction to his new look, Razvan entered the hospital and headed towards her office.