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[notabricklayer]

He doesn't even have time to complain about the blatant cheating before exhaustion drags him under. And he stays there for hours, longer than a simple nap.

Slowly he wakes up, hitching himself up by stages. The dark behind his eyelids is still very inviting, but it is no longer irresistible when he blinks blearily at the ceiling.

The... ceiling? For a long moment he cannot remember where he is, or how he got there. It's familiar, but not the ceiling he has been staring at for the last week. Not the ship either... oh. Memory finally catches up with him, and he relaxes back against the bed.

Now. To get up. ... And, evidently, parade around the apartment stark naked.

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This is a first, after the emotional nuclear war that was his divorce - not a fling, not a temporary tiding-over before the next big event, but an actual, real relationship. He wonders, briefly, if his father would have approved of her. Most likely he would. He would like anyone who could drink him under the table. He abandons that line of thought before it can get dragged into the if-only cycle.
He would like to show her just how happy she's made him, but he's fairly sure he wouldn't be able to finish that promise, and he already knows her opinion on that. So he kisses her, gentle and almost chaste. That will do, for now.