When Caph opened his eyes, he found himself with his head in Ran's lap.
Ran had her head tilted forward towards him, her eyes closed, lips parted slightly, breathing deep and steady.
He thought he was dreaming, so he reached out with one finger to poke her on the nose.
She opened her eyes and blinked at him.
His eyes were blue again.
Sunlight streamed through dusty glass panes, casting a surreal white glow over the dark garage office from the night before.
'It's morning,' she remarked.
Vicky was curled up on her other side, torchlight poking out from under her paws.
'Why didn't you wake me up when the rain stopped?' Caph asked.
The sunlight made her black eyes look grey and soft.
She looked away, stirring the dust motes floating through the air.
'You were tired.'
He had refused to let her go even though she said no. She relented for a while—until she came to her senses—and then she elbowed him away.
Only to find that he had fallen asleep leaning against her.