Wednesday evening: To wake and reach for hands that are not there.

[firm_detective]

L sits on the sofa in the room he now shares with Misa. He holds a thick novel in one hand -- he's decided to give Gravity's Rainbow another try. He is careful of the book's position: Misa is sprawled along the length of the sofa, reading her own book, with the back of her head resting against his leg.

[Private to firm_detective and misamisal; dated slightly forward.]

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[misamisal]

::Misa is reading her Sylvia Plath poetry book, head leaning against L's warm leg, when suddenly she lets out a long yawn::
Hmm...I guess I'm getting tired. ::she smiles up at him:: Enjoying your book?

[firm_detective]

Mm?
Oh.

*He closes the book, marking his place with the tip of his index finger.*

It is easier to follow than it was when when I was sick a while ago, but not much easier.

Almost bedtime now, I suppose, but I think I will read for a few more minutes.

[misamisal]

::she sits up and gently rubs him leg::
Alright. I'm going to go brush my teeth and get ready for bed. ::she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, then hugs him quickly::
I love you.

::then she stands and nearly skips into the next room::

[firm_detective]

*He returns her hug and kiss, giving her a tiny, close-lipped smile, and watching her affectionately as she goes to prepare for bed.*

*After she's left the room, he opens the book again, concentrating on the page. Small shuffling sounds come from the adjoining area every so often -- a door, a drawer, running water -- but they don't disrupt him.*

Misa's adventures at home....

[firm_detective]

Part I
Part II