Angelina wasn't sure how long she slept, honestly. All she knew was her rest fluctuated between amazing dreams, and terrible nightmares. But that was how it usually worked lately, and at the end of the day, at least in her dreams, even during the bad ones, she could breathe. Which was much different from her waking life, recently. Oddly enough, some of those good dreams involved Adrian, but it wasn't anything creepy or inappropriate either. Okay, maybe a snog or two, but mostly just... hanging out. And then there was war. And flying. And being at home with her parents, and sometimes, just the blissful blackness of deep unconsciousness. That was probably her favorite time, when her mind was focused on nothing in particular. It was then when anxiety and panic ebbed away and maybe for just a moment, she felt okay again.
Angie had vaguely heard noises in the back of her mind. A chair scraping. The crackle of a fire. Parchment paper. But she didn't pay much attention. She was so comfortable for once, and she was tangled in sheets that smelled of someone she enjoyed immensely, and just these simple things kept the smallest of smiles on her face.
But eventually, consciousness pulled at her, no matter how hard she tried to fight it. Well that, and the smell of something wonderful. Was that Indian? When had she gotten to India? Had the quarantine just been one, horrible dream? But Angie knew she couldn't get that lucky, and though most of her body was against it, she had also gotten enough sleep for right then, and her stomach was growling at the fact she missed both meals that day. So finally forcing her eyes to open, she groaned softly before pressing her face into a pillow. It took her a moment to fully reach an awake state, and when she did she rolled back over, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and focusing on the fact she most certainly wasn't alone anymore. There was a fire, and food, and perhaps most importantly, Adrian.
Merlin, what time was it? How long had she been asleep? She could feel the blush rise in her cheeks but pressed it away, finally sitting up in his bed, letting his sheet fall down and revealing the fact she was once again, in nothing more than her pajamas. A thin tank top and shorts, her hooded sweatshirt discarded next to the bed.
"Hey," she said in a tired fashion, but with a smile on her face, throwing her legs over the edge of the bed and stretching out. "Sorry to uh... still be here. I guess I didn't realize how hard I was going to sleep," she said sheepishly, running a hand up her arm in an embarrassed fashion and looking down at the floor. It only took a moment for the reason for her being here to all come flooding back. The letter from her team, the news of being trapped here, the memories that plagued her every god damn moment she stayed here. But she tried to push it all back, even if a shadow passed over her face at these thoughts and she pressed a hair through her somewhat messy hair that she had forgotten to tie back.
"Is that... did you get Indian food?" she asked then almost excitedly, standing up and walking over to him, checking out the selection in front of them. "You are... has anyone ever told you that you're fucking amazing?"