xp_logs | Angelo and Paige in the Sunroom

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Sunday afternoon. Angelo finds Paige asleep in the sunroom. They like to pretend everything is fine but no. No, it's not. Good thing they love each other, huh?

Sunday was a day of rest, although, Paige seldomly took advantage of it. Usually, like she had planned to do today, she would spend it in the sunroom with one of her many text books and a notebook, trying to lengthen the notes her professors had given her the previous week with some of her own found information. That had been the plan, anyway. Instead, she had fallen asleep on the couch, both books fallen to the floor as she turned to her side but her glasses miraculously still on her nose. She hadn't slept much Friday night and hadn't had the heart to on Saturday, her brain not willing to turn off and let her sleep. Only in the warmth of the sunroom, with the comforting weight of her text on her lap, did she find herself drifting off.

That was where Angelo found her, still asleep when he arrived. Smiling at the sight of her, he sat down carefully on the couch, leaning over to brush a stray piece of hair gently out of her face.

Paige moaned quietly in her sleep. She was a light sleeper at the best of times, and these were certainly not those to begin with. Her eyes fluttered open, Angelo merely a grey blur from her unfocused eyes, and then a fuzzy Angelo shaped thing with her glasses on. She pulled her hand up to tip her glasses down then off and smiled at him sleepily. "Hey."

Angelo smiled back, not moving his hand from her temple. "Hey. Sorry if I woke you up."

"Nah. I was supposed to be studying anyway." Her replies were slow and drowsy, not helped by the sunlight that lit up the room in a warm glow.

Angelo nodded, thumb rubbing over her forehead unconsciously. "Ah, you can take a day off. Or do I have t'tell you again that you work too hard?"

Paige let her eyes fall back to half closed under his touch. "You can tell me so but I still won't."

Angelo tugged her round gently into his arms, leaning down so his lips just brushed her temple. "Okay - a few hours, then. You need a break. Wouldn't've fallen asleep if you didn't."

"But I..." Paige tried to think up an excuse but there was really no denying it. This was very comfortable. "Fine. Just an hour, though. No more."

Angelo nodded, satisfied, shifting round to the most comfortable position for both of them. "Good. I can work with an hour."

Paige rested against him with a contented sigh. "Thank you. I know I haven't exactly been great to be around the last little while."

Angelo shook his head, staunchly denying it. "No worse than I've been."

"Liar. What've you done?" Paige replied, suddenly much more awake.

He shrugged. "Oh, only been all gloomy at everybody. Not spent enough time with you."

"Oh yes, because time with me is so enjoyable these days," Paige replied, bitterly amused. "I just make scenes in public places."

Angelo twisted to look at her. "Hey. I'll always enjoy time with you."

Paige tried to smile and closed her eyes. "All right."

Angelo frowned down at her, sensing that she didn't believe him. "No, Paige, I will. I love you, whatever happens."

"You shouldn't promise me that, Angelo. You can't." Paige looked up at him tiredly. "I love you too, though. You know that."

Angelo nodded, absently trying to smooth away the tired lines around her eyes. "I know. I just wanna make things better..."

Paige reminded herself that she wasn't supposed to cry and turned her eyes away. "Me too, puppy. God, me too."

Angelo, not knowing what else to do, turned her face back towards him and leaned down to kiss her gently, trying to comfort and reassure her.

She gently returned the kiss, just a breath, and buried her nose into his shirt, sighing. "Tighter?"

Angelo didn't need to ask what she meant, wrapping his arms around her more firmly. "Anytime, mouse."