xp_logs | Angelo and Paige, late Friday night

Short and sweet. Paige comes to Angelo's room for some comfort. They don't talk about anything much, but there's reconciliation.

Angelo was in his room, where he should be given that it was the middle of the night. The puppy was curled up on the bed somewhere by his feet, and Angelo was trying to sleep. It wasn't working very well.

He'd been unwilling to resort to either the little green pills or Amanda's potions tonight, fearing that if he used them too much, he'd stop being able to sleep without them ever. So he was just lying in the dark, eyes closed, hoping sleep would arrive on its own.

There was a slight creak, a beam of the palest of blue lights, as Paige opened the door and slipped into the room. The house made enough creaks on it's own - it might be fashioned with the highest technology, but it was still an old house after all - that Angelo didn't open his eyes, for which Paige was very thankful. She leaned against the door a moment, trying to still her racing heart. This might be Angelo's room, but it was also Jono's.

I can be whole of half myself. Whole of half... whole. Crossing the room with a stalking ease, Paige finally made her way to the side of his bed, sitting on the edge of it, content to let him wake on his own. Even watching him sleep was a comfort.

He hadn't heard her footsteps, light as they were, so it was only the slight movement of the bed as she sat down that disturbed him. He opened his eyes slowly, and a smile of pure relief crossed his face when he saw her there in the dim light. "Paige..."

"Hey, baby," she murmured, not willing to interrupt their moment. "May I join you? It's cold."

He nodded immediately, pushing back the covers carefully so as not to disturb Joyita too much. The puppy woke anyway, at least halfway, raising her head to look around sleepily, then burrowing back into the bed. "Didn't even need to ask, mouse."

Paige smiled a little, almost shy, and ducked her head, sliding over to curl up next to him. The covers were placed over her shoulders, tucked in just behind her shoulderblades like she liked it, and Paige idly ran her fingertips over the collar of his t-shirt. This was good.

Not speaking, afraid himself of breaking the moment, Angelo just wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her hair, and held her close. Suddenly, keeping her warm and safe and there was the most important thing in the world.