MHA #4; Late Thursday Morning [10/12].

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Because of her bar shift, Thursday mornings were almost always for sleeping in and doing nothing, which was, the occasional paintball class excepting, pretty much sacred for Summer, who honestly did not get enough time for that sort of thing as it was. And this week, sleeping in and doing nothing on Thursday morning was particularly important, because there had definitely been nightmares last night, which meant she wasn't getting much sleep with Stark's frequent, startled wake-ups, and, ohgod, please let her be able to get in a good nap later or at least score some hella potent Benzos or Xannies to just take care of it.

For now, though, there was just sort of a sleepy reverie as she tried to will herself to maybe get up and do something, but was failing utterly. After all, in addition to the restlessness from her sleeping partner, there was also that sleeping partner currently curled up against her very comfortably, which also made it difficult to really move. So she was mostly just sort of thinking a little bit, and, in thinking, she suddenly realized something and frowned.

"Wait," she said, her head shifting to look down at the top of Stark's head currently resting on her chest, "are you going to be okay enough to go on the trip next week?"

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