Fox/Astrid Around 10:15th
Fox shifted his head slightly to kiss the palm Astrid had pressed to his cheek. Grabbing her hand, he squeezed it lightly. He felt a bit bad for leaving her so soon, but he was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to collapse on his bed. "Thanks, Astrid. I'll talk to you tomorrow?"
Seeing Jack heading back in their direction, Fox released the witch's hand, gave a polite nod to Jack and turned to head out. Bed. Bed after a long weekend. And sleep. Oh, he couldn't wait to sleep. Maybe the past four days would prove to be a horrible dream. That would be nice.