[Peter can walk as quietly as he likes-- there's only so much he can do to mask the sound of the door opening.
Not that Breq should be awake, either. She meant to go to sleep hours ago. Had even, in fact, laid down and closed her eyes. But some nights are bad ones, and her body refuses to let her slow down her mind, close her eyes, and forget for a few hours. Tonight, her hip has joined in the mix, throbbing distractedly every time she finally stills and begins to try to even out her breathing.
Finally, she'd given up on waiting the few hours until the dawn, and had simply levered herself out of bed and padded over to the kitchen to prepare herself some tea, then found one of the couches to sink into. The sound of the door and the light of the hallway have her looking up from the mug she holds curled in both hands, interrupting the lullaby she'd been humming under her breath.]
You're in late.
[As quietly as she says it, it still echoes through the hallway.]
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Not that Breq should be awake, either. She meant to go to sleep hours ago. Had even, in fact, laid down and closed her eyes. But some nights are bad ones, and her body refuses to let her slow down her mind, close her eyes, and forget for a few hours. Tonight, her hip has joined in the mix, throbbing distractedly every time she finally stills and begins to try to even out her breathing.
Finally, she'd given up on waiting the few hours until the dawn, and had simply levered herself out of bed and padded over to the kitchen to prepare herself some tea, then found one of the couches to sink into. The sound of the door and the light of the hallway have her looking up from the mug she holds curled in both hands, interrupting the lullaby she'd been humming under her breath.]
You're in late.
[As quietly as she says it, it still echoes through the hallway.]