Em snorts, shaking her head. "I'm tired enough to sleep through a thunderstorm," she answers. "Chalk it up to being utterly emotionally drained."
"So today didn't help you recharge at all?" I ask, saddened.
"Oh, Bella. Of course it did. But... you know how it is."
"Yeah, I guess I do," I reply. "You feeling ok?"
"A bit brittle, but glad I'm with you and not at home, eating ice cream and chocolate and wallowing..."
I laugh. "That's a cute image. But yes, pub food and drunkenness tops ice cream wallowing any day in my book."
"Cheers to that," she answers, clinking my glass. I smile at her, enjoying the quiet camaraderie of the moment. Em lifts her legs and rests them across my lap, leaning back into the corner. "Do you mind?"
"Of course not," I answer. "You know that I'm your slave."
