Even though his pulse was pounding, Elijah followed suit. After blowing out the lamp on the end table, he slid under the covers, very nearly praying that he didn't bump into her. "G-goodnight, then..." Staring at the ceiling in the dark, his mind went over every possible scenario for the night before bleeding off into thoughts of the morning. How were they going to get out of this one unscathed, especially with Amy being notorious for waking everyone up at the crack of dawn just because she was awake. Turning his head to look over at the back of Josephine's head, he longed for the courage to just slide in behind her and hold her. "Ah, Jo...?" He surprised himself by saying out loud, "I-I..." Making a face in the dark, he pressed his palm against his face, "Never mind.."