"Just you wait. In the 1980s, Mohawks were quite the thing for women." He teased, easing up as she drifted off to sleep.

Perhaps it should be weird that she was, for all intents and purposes, dead next to him when the sun rose, but he had grown used to it the few times he had stayed for this or watched her fall asleep. She looked content, which most likely made the situation easier on him.

"Sleep well."