Natalia passes her hand through James' hair as he settles, fingers thorough as if to chase away the beast of an ache that will plague him in the morning.
"Steve," she says, watching him drift away from the corner of her eyes. "Stay." She straightens. "I have tea and vodka. I cannot imagine you want the latter, but I offer it all the same."
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Date: 2011-11-07 05:56 am (UTC)"Steve," she says, watching him drift away from the corner of her eyes. "Stay." She straightens. "I have tea and vodka. I cannot imagine you want the latter, but I offer it all the same."