"I know." The warrior woman curled up, not feeling at all like a warrior woman. She just wanted to be held, to be soft and breakable, to be. She took a few more breaths. Oddly perhaps, or as it should be, she did know that he would do whatever he could to come back to her; even as he slept through dinner, seemed so distant, felt as if he wasn't there at times, she never questioned how he felt for her. She also never thought that it was just part of the Cowboy God role he'd taken to so much and so well lately.
"I know I said I'd take advantage of you." She did want to, and she would eventually. She sat up to look at him. "But can we just watch an old wave with the Duke?" By now he had to know that 'wave' meant movie, and he probably knew which of the John Wayne films were high on her list to watch more than once.
She felt tired all of a sudden, and wanted nothing more than to be close to him, just enjoy a quiet a moment that hopefully end in both of them falling asleep on the couch.