"Just their little hands," she flexed her own fingers. "I brought a lot of velvet, so it showed up on the cloth. I can brush it out, but it feels kind of... I don't know. Like proof that they were there."

He exhaled, running his hand along the wrinkles in the blanket between them. "Yeah. You'll have to eventually, though, right?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "... that's a tomorrow problem."

"Let's just make everything a tomorrow problem," he proposed.

"That's fair," she exhaled. "... do you think you'll sleep tonight?"

"Not at all," he shook his head. "I'm like a wound-up spring."

"Ease up," she reached over and pinched him in the side.

He flinched back from her touch, swatting her hand away, "Hey."

"Aw, come on. You faced a demon but this is what gets you?" she jabbed him again.

He caught her hand. "You lower my defenses, it's not fair."