He hardly noticed when she slipped off to the shower but he opened his eyes when she began to sing. It was a very calming song, and her voice was sweet. He wondered what kind of music she liked. He'd really never asked before, what with trying to keep her from going insane and all. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. There was a knock on the door and it swung open before he could say anything. Neila walked in with her long black hair in its customary ponytail, the ends laying over one shoulder. She looked up from her laptop she was carrying and eyed him brusquely.
"Nice bruise. How'd you manage that one?"
"I was kicked." It wasn't entirely true but close enough.
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh how terrible of me," she said flatly, not sounding apologetic in the least.
"What the hell is your problem, anyway? I've kind of had enough." He got up and stood facing her.
She looked at him, unimpressed. It was times like these he wished she weren't so tall. "You really don't want to know."
He crossed his arms and leaned in. "Actually, I think I do. If you need to get something out of your system, fucking feel free." He felt bad for swearing at her, but there were times she drove him to the edge like no other. He was entirely unprepared when her face fell and she bit her lip. He put his hand on her shoulder. "Neila? Are you okay?"
"Yes. No. I don't know," she said miserably. She looked up at him. "I--" Her gaze darted to behind him and she abruptly stopped speaking, taking a step back from him. He swung around and saw Penny paused in place, a step from the bathroom.
"Ah, shit. Neila, I--" he swung around but she was already gone.
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