#deciphcr

lydia’s gaze dropped to the papers scattered across the library floor. "well, we could be dead— oh wait." the corner of her mouth lifted, the joke light but deliberate, like it might make the mess feel smaller than it was. "at least tell me the pages are numbered?" she asked before crouching down to help him collect the papers.

buffy startled awake, a sharp inhale catching in her throat. she grimaced as a dull throb pulsed up the back of her neck, fingers instinctively moving to work out the kink. somehow, she’d gone from studying to a full rem cycle right there in the middle of the library.

“oh. you haven’t gotten off work?” she asked, trying to sound casual, but her voice was still thick with sleep. she lifted a hand in attempt to cover a yawn that slipped out. she had no idea how long she’d been out, but she was pretty sure jason had already been on duty when she first came in, so, best-case scenario, it was just a quick, totally-deniable catnap and not the kind of full-on, drooling-in-public sleep that would haunt her forever.