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[b]"Oh, thanks."[/b]

It was a hoodie, but this wasn't the time nor place for semantics. Actually, for that matter, on the subject of time and place...

[b]"It's no problem,"[/b] I said, raising my hand to my mouth to cover the yawn that was once again coming on. [b]"If you need to let more of it off, you can just let me know."[/b]

I accepted the newly dried hoodie with one hand, and in a supreme example of laziness, tossed it back to carry upon my shoulder. After all, it wasn't like I intended to wear it to bed. Apparently, with her reassurance that she was indeed fine again, my own tension had relaxed to the point where I was feeling ready to head back to my room and take another shot at sleeping.

I was no Ranma Saotome when it came to winning rematches, but...

[b]"It's pretty late,"[/b] I explained, half-turning away. [b]"I should probably try and head back to bed for now, so..."[/b]

Er.

I can't help but feel like I'm sending some mixed messages. I was open to talk more, but also planning on going cocoon myself in my sheets...

My kingdom for something to help me think more straight, please.