Nadia knew Eva was only faking sleep, much like she had done the night before . . . and the night before that . . . and the ones before that, ever since Eva’s nightmares reached crisis level. Usually she’d lay there and alternate between stroking her girlfriend’s hair and rubbing her back, but this time Nadia was getting restless---not with Eva, but with being unable to fix things for her.
She climbed out of bed and returned a few minutes later with two cups of Sleepytime Tea. She set them on the bedside stand, got in bed, and with a quiet “C’mon,” pulled the smaller woman into her lap. “My hearing’s not what it used to be, but I know your heartbeat, Eevee. You don’t have to pretend to sleep---or stop pretending to sleep---and you don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it. But a lot’s happened lately, and I know you’re not sleeping, and . . . I just want to help, if there’s anything I can do.”
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