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He was a little concerned when she wasn’t home by the time he’d wound down enough to actually go to bed, but he didn’t let it keep him up too late. It’d been an exhausting day, what with three different cases to work on plus a press conference.
Alas, though, even the wonders of a deep and glorious sleep cannot survive the urges of a full bladder. And so it was that he noticed the light on in the kitchen. He changed course, padding down to the kitchen, not entirely awake yet. Mostly he was just wondering how he’d forgotten to turn that particular light off.
And then he saw her.
Any thoughts of returning to sleep vanished from his mind, replaced with immediate concern and curiosity. He didn’t say a word as she finished dressing her wounds, waiting for her to notice him herself. And when she did...
“Well, tell that to my bladder.” That was the flippant response to her comment, and then he focused. “But that’s not important. What happened?”