The other side of the bed was empty. Again. She wouldn't tell him, he'd call her overdramatic or worrisome, but it did bother her how much time he'd been spending up on the roof drinking. At least he wasn't alone up there, but typically he went with others who'd been drinking as well. The fight didn't worry her, they'd all stayed friends and it had started over stupid things. It was more the fear that one of them was going to get hurt. He'd been getting more sleep since he'd started taking the medications Simon had given him, but it apparently still wasn't enough to keep him in their bed at night.
Heaving a sigh, she slipped out from under the covers and pulled on a KU sweatshirt in the chilly apartment. The weather didn't really bother her. It wasn't much different from England's this time of year, and that was actually sort of comforting. And at least they had heat, running hot water, things they hadn't had back home. Technology did have its benefits.
She eased the door open and slipped out into the hall and down to the kitchen, trying to stay quiet so as not to wake Much. Having him around all the time was getting somehow more easy and more difficult all at the same time. Spending the weekend alone with Robin had helped Marian remember what it was like just the two of them. She loved the silly man, always would. He'd helped her in more ways than she could even remember, had been a part of Robin's life as long as she had, maybe longer. But maybe it really was time for him to get a place of his own.
All thoughts of that flew out of her head, though, when she looked up and saw that he was still very much awake. She poured herself a glass of lemonade and walked into the darkened living room, perching on the arm of the couch. "You could turn the television on if you wanted," she began, her arm sliding around Much's shoulders. "It wouldn't have woken me."