"Yeah," she says, "come on, how am I gonna bust jaywalkers if I don't get enough sleep?"
Not that there's a great chance of her sleeping all that well tonight, but what the hell. It's not like she can lay any more on Mary Margaret -- she's got plenty to deal with already.
Getting up, she clears the two glasses, screws the top back on the bottle, and waits until Mary Margaret's gotten up to follow her up the narrow metal stairs.
"Good night," she says, her hand on the handle of her door, but she pauses, frowns, looks back at her friend.
"Just...try to relax. Things will work out. It won't seem so bad tomorrow."
Except that's a lie. Maybe not a week, a month, a year from now, but tomorrow...she shakes her head, offers a wry smile.
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Date: 2012-04-22 12:39 am (UTC)Not that there's a great chance of her sleeping all that well tonight, but what the hell. It's not like she can lay any more on Mary Margaret -- she's got plenty to deal with already.
Getting up, she clears the two glasses, screws the top back on the bottle, and waits until Mary Margaret's gotten up to follow her up the narrow metal stairs.
"Good night," she says, her hand on the handle of her door, but she pauses, frowns, looks back at her friend.
"Just...try to relax. Things will work out. It won't seem so bad tomorrow."
Except that's a lie. Maybe not a week, a month, a year from now, but tomorrow...she shakes her head, offers a wry smile.
"See you in the morning."