Reid was a light sleeper. Always had been - and he didn't consider it a bad thing. That is, he liked sleeping, sure, but he liked not missing out on things happening, either (yes, even if that was his parents not-fighting. He'd rather know.)
His eyelids fluttered open when she dropped back against the pillow, just watching for a moment to see... something. Well, sweat, tense face - her whole body felt tense, actually, even less-than-snuggling as they were at the moment. Hard breathing. Eyes wide open and fixed up.
Mmm. Bad dreams.
Then he moved, to reach his hand, slowly enough not to startle her, and run a finger down her cheek.
"Same dream that resulted in that much coffee?"
It was an easy conclusion, after all. Nobody drank five pots without a reason.
Grace looked over at Reid, and sighed. He was awake. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him awake right now, because she had to admit, it was kind of nice, but it was more that she felt bad about keeping him awake for as long as she had, and then waking him up when they finally managed to find their way to a bed.“…crap, sorry. I was hoping I didn’t wake you up.”
It was after she apologized to him that what he’d asked registered with her. She sighed again. “And yeah, it was. It’s okay, though. I’m awake now.”
He really really did NOT mind being up for the reasons they had been up. Ahem. Nor now, for that matter. He'd been up for worse - and she definitely was right now. "'s fine. I'm so easy, it's magic." He smirked. "Easy to wake up, too." No, he wouldn't not talk nonsense. Even when he was barely awake. It's how he was.
Fingers carding lightly back into the hair, disheveled against the pillow. "Not quite okay. Like you said, sleep equals good." Another moment of just looking at her, giving her time to catch her breath, then he shifted to slip an arm under her shoulders again, hugging her loosely, letting her settle as was comfortable. "Get them often? Or is that a recent thing? I don't think you had them when you were last here."
Grace shrugged, and settled herself on her side, so she was looking at Reid, rather than the ceiling. “It’s a sometimes-often thing.” Putting it that way, most people wouldn’t understand, but she hoped he did. “You’ve just been lucky that I’ve managed to not have them around you.” Really, she was the lucky one. It was a little awkward, waking someone up in the middle of the night because of nightmares. She had a feeling it would happen sooner or later, though, if she kept spending time with him.
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His eyelids fluttered open when she dropped back against the pillow, just watching for a moment to see... something. Well, sweat, tense face - her whole body felt tense, actually, even less-than-snuggling as they were at the moment. Hard breathing. Eyes wide open and fixed up.
Mmm. Bad dreams.
Then he moved, to reach his hand, slowly enough not to startle her, and run a finger down her cheek.
"Same dream that resulted in that much coffee?"
It was an easy conclusion, after all. Nobody drank five pots without a reason.
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It was after she apologized to him that what he’d asked registered with her. She sighed again. “And yeah, it was. It’s okay, though. I’m awake now.”
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Fingers carding lightly back into the hair, disheveled against the pillow. "Not quite okay. Like you said, sleep equals good." Another moment of just looking at her, giving her time to catch her breath, then he shifted to slip an arm under her shoulders again, hugging her loosely, letting her settle as was comfortable. "Get them often? Or is that a recent thing? I don't think you had them when you were last here."
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