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[o_woeisme]

Owen flipped through the channels on TV, trying to find something to watch. He was finding it difficult. He sighed and turned to Harper. "You seeing anything?"

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[thinkmemad]

Harper was already half-asleep when she heard him speak. She sat up, groggy, and took the remote, flipping through channels herself. News, news, news, informercial, some lame cartoons. There wasn't much on this late at night and she was only a little miffed.

"We don't have to watch," she said quietly, relaxing against him once more. "It's late."

[o_woeisme]

"You're right," Owen sighed. He felt tired but he didn't feel like sleeping yet, either. However, Harper clearly had no such qualms.

"You want to go up to bed?" he asked, squeezing her hand.

[thinkmemad]

"We don't have to if you don't want," she said softly, kissing his cheek.

[o_woeisme]

He smiled, shrugging. "It's okay, I can grab a book or something."

[thinkmemad]

"It might be wise," she replied, stealing another kiss.

[o_woeisme]

Owen sighed and let the kiss linger before pulling away to stand up, offering her a hand.

[thinkmemad]

Harper took his hand and stood up, quiet.

[o_woeisme]

He smiled and squeezed her hand, tugging her upstairs.