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[doctormagnus]

She's still not entirely certain how ghoul-hunting in an allegedly haunted Vermont city got them crammed into the back of a cab in New York City with a driver who reeks of marijuana and cheetos and has horrible taste in music, but... here they are.

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[doctormagnus]

"I hope so, but one can never be sure. The amount of open case files I have on abnormals is immense."

[w_zimmerman]

"What we need is a Cold Case Squad..."

[doctormagnus]

"If you would like to organize that in all the spare time you have..."

[w_zimmerman]

"It couldn't hurt. Noncombatants, mostly, who can do research, conduct interviews. People who are eager to help but unsuited for dangerous field work. Once they get hard leads, they can refer them back to us..."

[doctormagnus]

She chuckles. "It's not a bad idea, Will, I just worry you won't have the time to head it up."

She leans over and peers into his takeout container.

[w_zimmerman]

"I don't know. All that time I don't have to dedicate to keeping things stable with Abby any more..."

Chuckling, he dips his chopsticks into the container, coming up with some food and bringing it to her lips.

[doctormagnus]

She smiles a bit timidly and takes a bite, moaning. "Want to trade for a bit?" she asks, offering her container.

[w_zimmerman]

"I suppose that's only fair," he agrees, smiling and swapping containers with her. He doesn't tell her that it's nice, just relaxing with her like this, but he hopes she knows that he thinks so...

[doctormagnus]

She trades containers with him and starts munching again, sighing happily.

[w_zimmerman]

"You know, today was kind of terrible, but this isn't so bad," he tells her. So much for keeping his thoughts to himself. He blames the fatigue...

[doctormagnus]

"No, not terrible at all..."

She watches him with a warm smile, then leans over and wipes some Thai sauce off of his cheek with her thumb.

[w_zimmerman]

He blushes a little, but smiles at her, too. "Thanks. I would have missed that..."

[doctormagnus]

"Any time."

She finishes her food and stretches out next to him, expression content but tired.

[w_zimmerman]

He finishes his own food and climbs to his feet to dispose of the containers. "You've had a long day. Get some rest..."

[doctormagnus]

"Are you going to shower? It'll feel good," she says, eyes a bit glossy.

[w_zimmerman]

"I probably should after all that running around. I'll try not to wake you when I come to bed..."

[doctormagnus]

She smiles sleepily at him and nods, then slides under the covers and closes her eyes. "There's another robe in the bathroom," she mumbles.

[w_zimmerman]

Will smiles and thanks her, then climbs into the shower, taking advantage of the near-endless supply of hot water that hotels always seem to have. Even the mirror in the bedroom is fogged over by the time he finally emerges.

Careful not to wake her, he slides under the covers.

[doctormagnus]

Between the hot shower, the strenuous activities from today, the food coma, and the comfortable mattress, she doesn't wake when the mattress dips.

[w_zimmerman]

Will passes out almost instantly, mumbling quietly to himself as he dozes.

[doctormagnus]

She always seeks out heat in her sleep, so naturally starts to wriggle her way over to the most convenient heat source: Will.

[w_zimmerman]

Will is a naturally affectionate man. When someone snuggles close to him in bed, he snuggles right back...

[doctormagnus]

She lets out a happy sigh and buries her face in his throat.

[w_zimmerman]

Will makes a happy noise at that, pressing his nose into her hair and mumbling her name.

[doctormagnus]

She suddenly jerks awake at the sound of a ringing phone, mumbling in confusion as she tries to blink the haziness from her eyes.