She's not much less of a mess when she makes it to his doorstep. Her single braid's falling apart from her pitiful attempt at sleep. Her jeans and the tight shirt she wore during the day rumpled and thrown back on for her run here. She managed to put on flats for the trip, but they're slipping off as pushes herself to the balls of her feet and wraps her arms about his neck while they kiss.

Dreams, it feels so good to forget everything and simply come here when she can't sleep. Sleep would not have happened if he'd told her no.

Her fingers are in his hair when they part for a breath, though one hand slips down his body to touch his mostly exposed chest. "I need to touch you," she murmurs against his lips. "Where doesn't matter so long as I can have you now."