She made a noise that might have been mapped on the longitude of a groan, and the latitute of a moan; just south of Yawning. There was a knot in her muscles that had been there all week, and Monty's offer of a massage had resulted in the well-meant, but acutely painful, application of a reflex hammer they'd borrowed from the F&T Centre in order to play doctor. While the mystery of the bruises on Simon's kneecaps had finally been solved, Heidi's back had deduced only that it was still uncomfortably taught, and her boys were not headed for successful careers in medicine just yet.
There were times she missed having Nathan there on a nightly basis. Well, a more accurate and honest statement would be that she missed having Nathan there on a nightly basis, and there were times when she felt it more strongly than others, but she was simply too tired and he too present for her to quibble with syntax. Keeping one's calm in a crisis could be just as exhausting as letting one's emotions run rampant, and she was drained. Empty. Kaputz. Pooped. Game Over, Do Not Insert Coin, Put Your Quarters Back In Your Damn Pockets. The Hyperion had settled down sometime during the night, but morning would bring a whole new slew of dramatics, and while Heidi was not one to shirk dealing with difficulties, she was not up to exposing herself to them just yet. Resident rebellion and Hotel Harlots be damned--The bed was too warm, and Nathan's arms were too comfortable.
"Mmmph." She said into his chest--very eloquent--before adding, "I couldn't do that to Claire. I want her to like me, remember?"