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*Alanna gently tugs on Adam's hand, standing aside and letting him open the front door lest they end up in the cellar of the Dancing Dove. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, smiling at him as they exit into the hallway before Crowley's flat. Eyebrow quirked, she turns around and stares at the wall, shaking her head.*

I wish I could do that.

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*Adam shrugs*

It's not-

*He shakes his head and smiles, letting them into the flat.*

s'nothing.

*He gestures over to the couch as he heads into the kitchen.*

Make yourself comfortable.

It is too something! It's neat. *Smiling, she shakes her head and flops down on the couch, kicking her boots off. Wiggling her toes, she pulls her legs up under her and fiddles with the remote control, a determined look on her face.

He did say to make herself comfortable.*

*He comes back with two glasses of water and flops down next to her, handing her one of the glasses.*

First you drink. Then you nap.

*With great care, she places the remote control on the back of the couch and wraps her hand around the glass. This is probably best for everyone concerned, as the only button she had been pushing was the volume. In any case, someone might be in for a nasty aural shock later.*

Oh. Okay. *She takes a small sip and looks up at him.* What about you?

I'll drink my water, too.

*He smiles, and takes a sip to demonstrate, wondering where, exactly, it was that he left his books, and hoping Alanna doesn't see them.*

*Brow furrowed, she licks her lips and takes another drink, her eyes scanning the room over her glass. She scoots closer, leaning into him.*

I think you need a nap as well.

*Adam's thankful that the books are not actually in the living room, but in the bedroom, and tries to remember which one got left next to the bed last night.*

I'll nap, too.

*It's almost convincing, even.*

Good.

*Her mouth goes dry, but the thought of drinking any more water makes her stomach turn. She sets the glass on a table and stares at her hands.*

You don't have to. But I... I'd like you there. If you wanted.

Because I'm not...

*She closes her eyes, feeling her face flood with color.*

*Adam blinks.*

You're not what?

...okay. Yet. It's hard to think, and so much has happened.

*It took a lot to admit that. She pulls her knees up and rests her chin on them, trying to make herself smaller.*

*He props himself up, and leans over her, giving her a kiss on the forehead.*

It has, hasn't it?

Yes.

*Alanna breathes, lifting her head and watching him with wide eyes.*

Did I... do something? *Biting her lip, she reaches over to touch him.* You seem... sad, almost. Like you're holding something back.

*She sighs, wondering what Adam would do or say if he knew how much she was holding back. Right now, all she wants to do is get as close to him as possible, but she's... nervous.

And blaming it on lack of sleep.*

*Adam leans his forehead against hers.*

No, you haven't done anything. You're-

great.

*She smiles despite herself and rubs her nose against his.*

You're wonderful. I missed you. I had this long mental list of things I wanted to tell you, and of course now it has all flown right out the window.

*Adam can think of a few things he wanted to tell her, but his mouth trips over them, and he just kisses her.*

*Winding her arms around his neck, she forgets to be nervous about why he was gone and kisses him, taking her time. It feels... wonderful, and for the first time in a week, she feels the worst of the tension slowly drain away.*

*He kisses her back, rubbing he soothingly.*

Shhh, you're okay.

Yes.

*She tucks his hair behind his ear, eyes searching his.*

Are you? Really?

*He nods, and kisses her again.*

I am.

*She stares at him. It's not quite a scowl, but it's close. Something isn't right, and it's chipping away at her comfort levels.

But she won't push him.

Her expression softens as she takes a breath and wraps his hand in hers. Looking around, she nods.*

You know, Mordred didn't seem all that bad in comparison to what I've heard. *Nope, still not looking at him.* We had only spoken once before.

*Adam squeezes her hand in his.*

Oh?

*Not pushing, either.*

*Nodding, she wonders how to say this without angering him.*

He asked me if I was seeing anyone. I told him yes. He asked me who, and I told him.

Just so you know.

*She holds her breath.*

Oh.

*Alanna flinches and licks her lip.*

I know you don't get along. I guess I should have kept it to myself and let you tell him if at all, but we did say... and... *She sighs.* I'm sorry.

He told me something too, but I suspect it was for shock value, as he immediately stood and walked away.

*Adam nods.*

I guess I shouldn't really be surprised that he told you.

No, we don't get along. Never have, really. Even before-

that.