and fast, if she wants anything done the next day.
thumbs press at the corner of her eyes. when she bares her face to glance his way against, theres a soft groan at the tension on either side of her nose, words rough with discomfort, “ trying. you aren't, either ? ”
head cradled by worn hands, yelena's gone from pacing around like a beaten dog to being sat hunched on a stool, willing her psyche to cooperate with the rest of her. a night owl by blood, the shitty eye and the early morning expectations means she needs to knock out, &&;
“ ain’t sleepin’ ? ”
Oh great . It’s Micah. Although — he wasss known to be the camp night owl … no wonder he’s the only company nearby that ain’t drowsy .