Despite the cold, Faye and Leith stayed up on the hill for a little while longer, talking the night away.
"I'm going to have the worst zombie bags under my eyes when I wake up tomorrow," Faye laughed.
“I kept you up, I'm sorry,” Leith said. “We really should head back, though. Get a few hours of sleep before the mission." He had taken off his boots to let the wind get to his feet. He stretched. "I'm tired, too. We talked for so long I'm starting to think you're bored to death.”
"It's never about how long people talk," Faye told him. "It's about what they talk about in that time. Conversations like this are never meaningless. But let's go. I think I'd rather reduce the risks of having bags under my eyes than look like an actual Seguidore on the mission."
He laughed.