The dust had finally settled, and the world had stopped crumbling. Marcy lay with her eyes closed, still murmuring soft apologies while he took the box and left the room. The high was most definitely gone now, leaving no evidence that it had even happened aside from a gross sensation in her mouth. And on the back of her hand.

Only when he returned did she open her eyes, a sheepish expression molding her face as she sat up and took the Sprite in both hands. Sighing out her thanks, she let her thumb trace around the lip of the can before holding it up to her mouth. She hated having Nathaniel clean up her mess, but he always did it, without complaint. In her eyes, he was nothing short of a miracle. 

The can felt nice and cool in her hands and when she took a few sips, the fizz rushed down her throat and comforted her with its familiarity. “Go brush your teeth, little girl." Marcy looked back at him, wanting to playfully push him for the joke, but energy was still in low reserves, so instead she just laughed before taking another sip of soda. "Yeah, alright, grandpa," she teased back, before gathering herself up and off the bed. She placed the can on his desk and grabbed her toothbrush before heading to the bathroom not too far down the hall.

Finally feeling clean, and actually very much awake, she returned to the room, closing the door behind her. Replacing her toothbrush in its holder on the desk, she climbed back onto the bed over him, and sat down so that she was straddling him against the wall. "There," she announced, her hands moving to his face to push back his untamable hair lovingly, "Now can I give you a thank you kiss?"