It was great that Tracy was being fair on her for the events, because Cynthia could be hard on herself. He functioned as a foil to her in many regards. Sometimes it surprised her how well they went together. He often did that— surprise her. It was simply gestures that made her pause and … appreciate something she couldn’t quite put a name to. Such a moment happened when she heard the lock on the door slide into place. She sunk deeper into the mattress, more relieved than she cared to admit.<br/><br/>“Thanks.” Her voice was muffled between the two pillows she had shoved her face into. She could hear him walking towards the bed. She didn’t turn over, content to just … lay there and let the day roll off her body. It felt nice.<br/><br/>"Boardgames and booze sounds great. Probably one of the last times I'll actually be able to get drunk for a while since school's back in next week.”<br/><br/>“Nooooo,” she groaned. She gave a lazy kick of her leg to show her tantrum-protest and rolled herself over, straight into the middle of the bed. She found him standing at the foot of it, watching her like the creep he was. “Wut.” She flailed-kicked her leg again, just to get a response out of him. He crawled up, silent and, in her opinion, totally mischievous. The bed gave way to his weight on both sides of her body as he worked his way up to hover over her. She raised a questioning brow, tensing slightly for whatever tom-dickery she knew him to be capable of.<br/><br/>“You wot m8?” He collapsed on top of her. She made a ‘oomph’ sound on impact, laughing and swatting at her newfound blanket. “Noo-ooo! I will bite you again; off!” Laughing still, she squirmed for a few moments before accepting her fate, going limp under his form. “And here I was going to offer to burn down the school for you. Now you’re risking poison in your morning coffee.”<br/><br/>After a pause an adequate amount of displayed protest, her hands went up to slip through his hair. With some wiggling, she managed to free one leg and wrap it around his, trapping him on her. She said nothing now. There was a comfort in the moment she didn’t want to break.