Abby watched as Matthew almost seemed to run back and forth, throwing dirty linens into the washing machine. Grabbing up dirty clothes and stuffing them away before he checked the fridge. Crossing her arms over her chest, she rose a brow with an amused smile on her face. "Take out is perfectly fine with me," she said cheerily, shrugging a bit and sitting on the arm of his couch. "Oh I have options do I? Well if we're going to have sex i'd prefer a bed if that's fine with you," she teased, also finding his comment suggestive. Giggling at her joke, Abby slid off the arm of his couch and stood. "Kidding, but if it won't kill you, i'd like to use your bed. I am starting to feel a bit tired right about now. Shouldn't have been moving around too much with a head injury like this any way," she said, already making her way to his bedroom.<br/><br/>"Oh I see you're going to clean up before I have the chance to do it. That's how you plan on keeping me from cleaning?" She confirmed, looking back at Matthew. Abby came back into the living room and grabbed her sketchbook from her duffle bag before returning to his bedroom. "Obviously your mind was elsewhere when I was asking if you had pencils. If I'm being forced to rest then i'd like to work on my sketches," she reminded him of what she was saying in the jeep. Plopping down on his bed, Abby stretched out with a sigh and quickly snuggled up to Matthew's pillows. Even though he had taken the pillow covers off to wash them, they still smelled like him. His scent was oddly calming, and as much as she wanted to continue sketching, she could already feel herself drifting off.<br/><br/>Curling up in a ball around one of his other pillows, Abby nuzzled into the pillow her head was on and let out one long sigh of relief before she fell completely asleep.<br/>When she woke, Abby jolted awake an hour later. Panting hard and almost drenched in sweat, she looked around Matthew's bedroom quickly before slowly starting to calm down. Closing her eyes tightly, she leaned forward, gripping at the blanket on top of her legs. Abby groaned softly, she couldn't shake her father no matter where she went. He was even in her nightmares.<br/><br/>When she felt she was calm enough, Abby slid out of Matthew's bed. Walking silently into the living room, she looked around for Matthew.