Sweet. [She says, considering gingerly lowering herself into a seat. But her adrenaline's on the decline and so the aches, pain and stiffness is leaking back into her bones and she's not entirely sure she'd get up again if she did. So she walks closer to him, wrapping one arm around and resting her head to his chest. There's no heartbeat but it's still comforting.]
Can we just sleep until then? I'm so fucking tired.