It's late, and it's dark, and Xander ought to be asleep. Even on a globe-hopping island, you can't party all night every
night. He's got an office
to open tomorrow. Calls to make, since his other business
is finally picking up some speed again this summer.
He should be getting some rest -- it's not like the other
person in his bed is keeping him awake. Bridge, after moving his stuff back from the cabins, dumping it in his room, then making his way across town for a late dinner, is out like the proverbial light - and the real ones too.
It's late, and it's dark, and Xander ought to be asleep, but he's not. He's sitting with his back against the headboard, the window open to let in the suddenly misty air, watching Bridge's chest rise and fall. Thinking about more people
he loves leaving
, growing up in another direction
from the way she'd grown in another dimension, but still, up. About the fact that they'll
be leaving at the end of the summer. Both of them. He'd add hopefully
to that, but Xander realizes he can't picture a future
that doesn't have both of them in it.[OOC: Mostly stablishy, but also for the modded-with-permission B-word-person]