Lynne started to protest, but the only way she could think to get him to agree would be to lie and tell him she was a light sleeper. But Noah was right and she was too tired. Too tired to lie, too tired to make excuses. She'd have to trust the meds or make him take the couch, if she wanted to stay. Which, even if she was a little nervous about the whole freak out thing, she did.
Noah's suggestion that they just go to bed and everything would work out sounded too tempting to contradict. Nodding against his shoulder, Lynne closed his eyes. "I like that one, let's do that," she whispered. And hope when we wake up, it was all just a bad dream... she thought but didn't add.