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[november 1]
Oct. 25th, 2017 03:13 pmThey've been awake all bloody night.
It's hardly the first time she's done this, it's not as if she's ever worked a regular nine to five job, the sort where she goes home at the end of it all and does normal domestic activities before falling into bed at an appropriate hour and then getting up to do it all over again the next day. A life like that sounds, quite frankly, absolutely horrifying to Chloe, but Darrow has presented her with a unique set of challenges she's never faced before.
And she's responded by developing a routine.
It's only as six in the morning creeps closer that she realizes it, her eyes burning from the lack of sleep and she hates it a little, but a big part of her is too tired to really care. This is all going to be over soon, just thirty minutes more, and the only thing she can think about is crawling into her incredibly comfortable bed and pulling the blankets over her head until she feels mostly human again.
That and the fact that she'd come too close to losing Nate tonight.
It's not something she wants to talk about, not even something she wants to think about, but they're holed up in her apartment, both of them armed, neither of them speaking much, and she knows it's the elephant in the room. Nate had gotten kidnapped by some coffee loving cult and Chloe had come to rescue him.
The fact that she'd brought Coop doesn't negate what she'd done in the first place. This Purge business had started and Nate was the first person she had gone to look for. It's telling, it makes her affection for him obvious and she hates that it's obvious. Nate has always been able to drive her a little crazy, if only through his ability to get under her skin when so few others have and over the past few hours, during which they've seen relatively little action, she's glad neither of them have said a word about it.
But the truth is that she thinks about crawling into bed and in that little waking dream, she isn't alone. Nate is there, too.
"Sun's coming up," she says softly, looking out the window at the city below. For a few hours there had been plenty of activity for her to watch, people running up and down the street, plenty of fights, one of which she'd broken up by shooting at the ground around them when it had gotten too violent. For the most part she's kept out of it, though, and by now the street is nearly empty, save for broken glass and garbage, the remnants of the crime from the night before.
"It's almost done." She finally looks away from her vantage point, turning her gaze toward Nate where he's sitting at the other window. "Coffee? Or have you gone off the stuff?"
Her feelings for him might be complicated at best, but she's not about to stop teasing him.
It's hardly the first time she's done this, it's not as if she's ever worked a regular nine to five job, the sort where she goes home at the end of it all and does normal domestic activities before falling into bed at an appropriate hour and then getting up to do it all over again the next day. A life like that sounds, quite frankly, absolutely horrifying to Chloe, but Darrow has presented her with a unique set of challenges she's never faced before.
And she's responded by developing a routine.
It's only as six in the morning creeps closer that she realizes it, her eyes burning from the lack of sleep and she hates it a little, but a big part of her is too tired to really care. This is all going to be over soon, just thirty minutes more, and the only thing she can think about is crawling into her incredibly comfortable bed and pulling the blankets over her head until she feels mostly human again.
That and the fact that she'd come too close to losing Nate tonight.
It's not something she wants to talk about, not even something she wants to think about, but they're holed up in her apartment, both of them armed, neither of them speaking much, and she knows it's the elephant in the room. Nate had gotten kidnapped by some coffee loving cult and Chloe had come to rescue him.
The fact that she'd brought Coop doesn't negate what she'd done in the first place. This Purge business had started and Nate was the first person she had gone to look for. It's telling, it makes her affection for him obvious and she hates that it's obvious. Nate has always been able to drive her a little crazy, if only through his ability to get under her skin when so few others have and over the past few hours, during which they've seen relatively little action, she's glad neither of them have said a word about it.
But the truth is that she thinks about crawling into bed and in that little waking dream, she isn't alone. Nate is there, too.
"Sun's coming up," she says softly, looking out the window at the city below. For a few hours there had been plenty of activity for her to watch, people running up and down the street, plenty of fights, one of which she'd broken up by shooting at the ground around them when it had gotten too violent. For the most part she's kept out of it, though, and by now the street is nearly empty, save for broken glass and garbage, the remnants of the crime from the night before.
"It's almost done." She finally looks away from her vantage point, turning her gaze toward Nate where he's sitting at the other window. "Coffee? Or have you gone off the stuff?"
Her feelings for him might be complicated at best, but she's not about to stop teasing him.
