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You asked me to.

[And he doesn't want to think about how he didn't last time- doesn't want to think about how he probably hurt her, made her mistrust that he would come back.

But he's here now, that's what matters. That has to matter.]

-kinda wanna sleep for a week, though. I feel sore all over.

[better]

[Erica nods. She's glad he came back, though she's not sure if it's good that it was because she asked or if she wonders if he'd wanted to come back if she hadn't... it's not something she wants to think too heavily on. Not right now, at least.]

I can get you something for the soreness and I'll sleep on the couch tonight so you don't have to worry about me kicking you in my sleep. [Not that she thinks she does, but she also figures that he might just want that space.]

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I can take the couch.

[He shakes his head, not wanting to put her out any more than he already has. It's been bad enough already.]

Don't worry about it.

[better]

[Erica shakes her head, frowning at him.]

I said that I'd take the couch. You're sore and tired and it's darker and quieter in the bedroom. Really, I don't mind. [Her hand squeezes his as she moves to step away from him.]

I'll get you the aspirin.

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...thanks.

[Isaac just nods at that and moves toward the bedroom, his shoulders sagging a little in exhaustion. It still feels like too much to handle right now

[better]

[Erica moves to get some aspirin from the cabinet and a glass of water, following him to the bedroom after him. She sets the glass on the small bedside table and sits on her side of the bed, even if she's not going to be sleeping there tonight. Her hand holds out the two pills.]

I want to talk about it, but I don't really know ... how to talk about it. I mean, there are things that I don't remember and I'm sure things you don't remember... but I know somehow stories could line up. If it was... [She looks at him.] If it was you that put the knife in my hand. [Her hand still shakes outwardly at him, gesturing for him to take the pills, because even if she's looking for answers, she's not going to be a jerk about his headache.]