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[flybywash]

It's late. Naomi's having a fitful night, but it seems like she's finally settled down for good.

Her parents? Not so much yet.

Wash falls back onto the bed with all due melodrama, seizes a pillow, and claps it down over his eyes. "Nnnnngh."

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[righthandwoman]

Zoe stretches out next to him, reaching to pat his arm with one hand.

"Hang in there, dear."

[flybywash]

Without lifting the pillow off of his face, Wash nestles closer and reiterates, with dignity, "Ngh."

Beat.

"Only for another six or seven months, right? Until the sleeping through the whole night and not just three-hour chunks of it happens?"

[righthandwoman]

"Sure," Zoe answers soothingly, one arm going loosely around his shoulders.

"'Course, it ain't like she's never gonna wake us up again after that, but so long as it ain't every night, I think I can deal with that."

[flybywash]

"Yeah. Me too. Even just every other night'd be shiny."

He flips back the pillow and stuffs it under his head, then drapes an arm around Zoe's waist.

"I mean that literally," he adds. "It's shining way in the distance like a beacon of actual rest and joy."