She didn’t protest when he insisted she move to his lap, she was far too tired for that. Instead, she gladly settled into the blankets, her legs draping across his own. She kicked off her pants, just because she knew he’d need them off to help. Plus, she needed to clean that wound. She’d put them back later. A content groan bubbles from the back of her throat as his fingers dug into the soft flesh. Her eyes fluttered closed at the sensations his hands were creating through her muscle. She was in such relaxed bliss that she hardly noticed him handing her the cab once he finished—she’d nearly fallen asleep.<br/><br/>She sat up a tad to grab the can, but hissed as a pain shot down her spine. She muscles lining her back still gave her trouble from her wound, it felt like a thousand needles in her lower back. She took the can after rubbing her back, sighing softly to his question. “Well, I’m hoping to avoid that situation. But if, for some freak reason, they decline. I can challenge them. They’re pretty intense, and there’s the possibility of me, you know, dying. But if I win I override their decision.” She chewed in thought. She’d never challenged before, she knew they were brutal. Maybe she wouldn’t even win. “I’d prefer to avoid it at all costs though. I believe I’ll be able to make a compelling argument.”<br/><br/>She set her can aside once she’d finished her meal, rubbing her tired eyes, her aching head. “I’m about to pass out, Cars.” She hardly noticed she’d used a nickname. “You staying up?” She wanted him to lay with her, she wanted to hold him and him her. She reached over, rubbing his arm.