She sinks into the cradle of his arm with a huff that's a pallid mimicry of her best ones, when she's under full steam like a locomotive behind schedule. There's something childlike in the tired splay of her limbs that won't let her gather her indignation to a head.

She pinches the back of his neck, not hard enough to hurt.

"I've never been able to do a thing with those, and you know it." Her cheek rests against the prop of her upper arm. Her hair falls loose over it and spills down to his chest, where she can watch it rise and fall.

"What was that movie we watched back in uni?" She asks, abruptly. "The Nic Cage one, with the numbers...he could see the future in them, or something like that - it doesn't matter. It turned out to have been aliens, in the end. They scooped up his children and whisked them away on an ark, and the Earth was destroyed."

She breathes out. Her hair stirs with it, floats with the faintest charge of static.

"I hated that ending."