[ Self-debate looks to have lost him the open window: there's no answer. The slip into sleep is a quiet, unremarkable thing. No sudden slump for legs falling off the couch, no shifting of weight to dislodge her position. Tension remains. It seems it always does.
The real miracle is that, once asleep, she's asleep — for better or for worse. The comings and goings and the repositioning of dogs won't disturb her, and even Jaime's inevitable restless movement could be endured. It had been troublesome, when she lived with Karkat — he could always tell when rest inevitably made its turn into the net of nightmares, and waking her back out of them could be an ordeal all its own. Here and for now, though, the quiet remains tranquil, TV still droning in the background. It may only be a momentary peace, but that has to count for something. ]
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The real miracle is that, once asleep, she's asleep — for better or for worse. The comings and goings and the repositioning of dogs won't disturb her, and even Jaime's inevitable restless movement could be endured. It had been troublesome, when she lived with Karkat — he could always tell when rest inevitably made its turn into the net of nightmares, and waking her back out of them could be an ordeal all its own. Here and for now, though, the quiet remains tranquil, TV still droning in the background. It may only be a momentary peace, but that has to count for something. ]