I don't mind them when they're not trying to kill me.

[She chuckles when she says it, one leg tangling with him as she settles down against him, comfortable once more, her fingers tracing absently against his shoulder.]

Seems so. More than I imagined possible That's worrisome. I can think of a lot of skeletons I'd rather remained buried. [She gives a quiet sigh.] Despite everything, I can't say he's one of them, though. This will be... interesting.

[She's not sure she wants to talk about this anymore, isn't sure she wants to let her mind wander down paths of 'what if' and 'maybe' so she tilts her head back to peer up at him in the darkness.]

Think you'll be able to get back to sleep?