Sleep Together, Sleep Better

Hitori grabbed his head and fell into the chair. Is she mad? Is he mad? Why the hell is he doing this?

Reon was still crying, her cheeks were wet with her tears, and now her eyes were hurting. She sobbed again. She could not make herself look into his eyes or even at him. 

Hitori opened the cooler and made himself a glass of Blue Lagoon. He did not bother asking Reon if she wanted some, he put the bottle back into the cooler. 

He took a sip and asked, "When?"

She had stopped crying, but her vision was still blurred. "When what?"

Hitori took another sip and lowered the glass, then lifted it before it would touch the table, and gulped it down. "Tonight? Tomorrow night? When?"

Reon turned, rubbed her eyes, and took a glance at the time displayed behind her, beside the storeroom. It was nine o'clock. She turned and looked at Hitori. "In Two hours."