Yeah, he expected as much. Which is why he adds, as patiently as he can manage, " Alright, but I start my shift at six am, and it ain't my fault if you sleep right through it."
Don't snap the stupid book shut, she tells herself, and does it anyway. "Shit, alright. Don't you leave without me." Because let's be real, like that would actually do much. She'd just find her way out to the perimeter without his lead.
And she'd get a swift kick in the rear for it, even if it means an additional heap of strain on their freshly bandaged relationship. So even if she'd rather do it herself (he knows she does) Joel scoots in a few feet farther to take her book up, set it over on the nightstand, and flick off the bedroom lamp.
The fact that he comes to take her book makes her want to dig her heels (or fingers, technically) in, but she grudgingly lets the book slide from her hands and tries not to be too bothered by in. The bedroom light flicks off, but the light from outside the window with it's faded old curtains is still enough to mostly see by as she settles back into her propped up pillow and wills herself not to be irritable.
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"G'night Ellie."
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"Night Joel."