"Goodnight." he muttered.

Christy crawled under the sheets on the bed and curled into a small ball underneath them, trying to make herself disappear from the prison as much as possible. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Ian finished with the dishes and went up to his room to find a person in his bed. He sighed and grabbed a pillow that wasn't being used and laid down, using it, and went to sleep on the floor.

Christy rubbed her eyes just a few minutes after Ian had come in. She thought she heard someone walking around... and... Oh, there was Ian. On the floor. "Why is Ian on the floor?" she asked curiously.

"Because you're in my bed."

"D: Christy's so sorry! She didn't know! She'll find a different room!" Christy quickly got out of the bed and squeaked. She forgot that she took off her shirt.

He stared at her openly, shocked. His jaw dropped slightly.

Christy blushed darker, grabbing the blanket quickly and wrapping it around herself. "S-S-S-S-S-S-Sor-Sorry."

"I-..." he continued to stare even though they were covered, "It's fine..." he said weakly.

Christy ran out of the room quickly.

Ian shook his head and vaguely found himself wondering what if there wasn't that small amount of fabric covering them and shook his head quickly, not wanting to finish the thought.

Christy came back with a different blanket wrapped around her and handed him his sheets. "D: Christy's so sorry."

"It's really okay." he shook his head.

"If Ian says so... Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

She went back to the other room that she now claimed as her own.

Ian went to sleep.

Christy woke up extra early and started on breakfast.

Ian woke up with a start and threw on clothes, reopening his hand again, and rushed down the stairs.

Christy had plates out on the table. "Good morning, Ian!"

He let out a deep breath, "Good morning."

She smiled. "Did Ian sleep well last night?"

He wasn't sure how to answer that so he just nodded. He hadn't slept well for the last five years.

"That's good. It's always nice to hear that."

"Did you?"

"Christy slept well for her first night here."

"That's good." he nodded. For him it was as though the whole night before was completely forgotten.

Christy sat down and started to eat. "Should we wake him up?" Nathan was passed out on the couch.

"No."

"Okay..." Christy handed him a plate. "Please eat."

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