[ That's still long enough, by Faraday's standards, and he grimaces, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. ]
Aw, hell. Cullen. That had to have been hours ago.
[ He almost sounds irritated, though that's mostly to cover his own embarrassment. It was guilt from last night, he's sure, that made her stay all this time. Because the alternative – genuine worry, genuine concern for his well-being – isn't something he knows how to deal with. ]
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Aw, hell. Cullen. That had to have been hours ago.
[ He almost sounds irritated, though that's mostly to cover his own embarrassment. It was guilt from last night, he's sure, that made her stay all this time. Because the alternative – genuine worry, genuine concern for his well-being – isn't something he knows how to deal with. ]
I'm fine now, see?
[ And he spreads his hands in demonstration. ]
Okay? So head home. Get some actual sleep.