Hearing the ring she rose adjusting her soft brown slacks and black sweater. The door opened and Marcus stood there looking paler than she'd last seen him. He'd shaved and washed by the looks of his damp hair. But, there was something on his face she couldn't place that hadn't been there last time she saw him.

"Something wrong?" she asked catching his eyes.

He shook his head wearily. "Just tired, once I slowed down it all hit at once, I guess." He tried to smile reassuringly, but didn't succeed. "Ready?"

She wasn't convinced, but then he had been through a lot since yesterday and was still nursing some cracked ribs. Tired was an honest excuse in his condition, she shrugged it off.

"Yup," she said ushering him in.

"Kaito's?" she asked, referring to one of the restaurants in the Zocolo.

"Not after what I found in my plate last time."

She crinkled up her nose. "Casino?"

"Too noisy."

Finally she raised an eyebrow, frowning at him. He looked like he'd fall over at any moment. Maybe closer to home was better. "Left over Chinese in the fridge?"

The corner of his mouth turned up. "Sounds marvelous."

"Coming right up!" she sighed. "Be right back, have a seat."

He nodded and took as seat on the couch. She turned into the kitchenette and by the time she'd heated the plates and turned back around he was sound asleep.

"Of all the –" she growled grumpily, but then just smiled, setting down his plate she walked into the living area and prodded him to lay down. She lifted his feet onto the couch and took the throw from the chair and covered his shoulders with it. Then she sat in the chair to eat alone, one more time.

He'd have to wake up eventually, and no one EVER pursued her for two years then fell asleep when she wasn't looking. She was sure she wanted him to know just that when he woke up too. In agonizing detail.

She ate in silence watching him. Remembering what Delenn has said about "true faces" she observed in fascination as he fell deeper into his dreams, whatever they were, and his face softened, the weight of the world gone, leaving only the man. Delenn had never been more right in her life. But of course she'd never tell her that.

She finished her meal and set the plate in the washing unit and stopping at the end of the couch, and turned off the lights.

"Goodnight Marcus," she murmured brushing his cheek with her fingers then going to bed herself. She didn't see him leaving anytime soon.