[Oh, she knew that look. She'd seen it on Trish and Malcolm and, yeah, on herself. That was the 'fuck you, I do what I want' look. She sat on the windowsill, legs crossed at the ankle, arms folded across her chest.]
Nah. I think I'll sit here and watch you drift off.
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Nah. I think I'll sit here and watch you drift off.