Malia simply stayed In the company of Luke and Max for the majority of the day, catching up and chatting about everything and anything they could think of. Eventually, Luke left to attend to some chapter business, leaving her and Max alone. Max stayed for awhile longer, but eventually the young thief grew tired, and decided to call it a night. Malia bid him goodbye, carefully walking to the door as he left, before shutting it behind him. It was late, and she herself decided she may as well get some rest. She had no idea when Carson was to join her that night, or if he was, and she knew she’d find it a bit more difficult to sleep without him there.<br/><br/>To relieve the situation, she changed out of her clothes and into some sweatpants before she snagged one of Carson’s shirts, pulling it over her head. She breathed in his smell, smiling slightly to herself as she hobbled back to their shared bed, carefully climbing under the covers. She settled on her side, her back facing the center of the bed, and she closed her eyes. She hoped that by wearing his shirt she’d feel closer to him, and she tried to fall into the grasps of a deep sleep.<br/><br/>She was nearly out when she felt the bed dip, bringing her back to awareness. As her name was whispered she, without opening her eyes, rolled over to face the source of the sound. She knew it was Carson by the voice and the smell of him as he crawled into bed. She scored over, draping her arm across his torso, her head resting in the crook of his neck. “It was good, spent it with Max, mostly.” Her voice was no louder than a mere whisper, her lips brushing his neck as she spoke. Her legs tangled with his as she pressed closer to him for his warmth. “What about you? Good day?”<br/><br/>She ran her fingers over his sides. “I took your shirt, I hope that’s okay.” Her voice was thick with sleep, the groggy words coming out deep and hoarse. “I’m tired, lets sleep.” Nuzzling in closer, she held his body to hers, the sheets up to their hips. “I love you, Carson. You can wake me up if you need me, okay?” Her hand found his and she held it tightly, her fingers interlocked with his own. Her mind hasn’t brought her to the conclusion that he’d have nightmares, not in this tired state, but it was very possible he would.