“Okay, so I think I’ve figured it out,” you said, looking at the screen on your laptop, “It’s not an isolated incident, it goes back years, but it’s happened before. Exactly the same.”
You were expecting a reply, maybe a question, but you got nothing in response.
“Dean?” you asked, turning to face him when you got no answer again.
He was lying on your bed, one arm cuddling the pillow under his head.
You smiled, closing your laptop and turning the bedside lamp on before you switched off the main light in the room.
It’d been a long day of driving, and it’d obviously taken more out of him than he was letting on.
You gently got on the bed beside him, smiling contentedly as the arm around his pillow wrapped around you without him waking up.
One incident every fifteen years, this case could wait a few hours.
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