PSL - Will Zimmerman | Abby Corrigan ---> For the rest of our lives

[behavioral]

Abby had spent the last two days resting in one of the guest rooms in the Sanctuary. It still felt so strange to think of this place as the enemy's lair when she had never known anything but kindness from Magnus or her staff. Especially Will. In a way, Abby couldn't think of the Sanctuary as anything but what its name would suggest. That was just what her job thought of it as, never what she would.

She woke up slowly, her mind still barely on anything but what had happened a few days ago. She was still in a lot of pain, but it was slowly dissipating and Magnus said she'd be able to go back to work within the week. Or at least home. The more she thought about it, the less appealing going home sounded. Abby thought staying here with Will was much nicer, but she did have a job and it wasn't here. Somedays she wished she could work here, but the offer had never come. Maybe it was better that way.

Rolling over on the bed, she closed her eyes again and willed the pain to go away. She could really do with a cup of coffee or something to do, but there as nothing other than resting. Always resting.

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[commandingsecond]

"I have no objection to that idea," he answered, one hand reaching up to lightly stroke her hair. "I'll be your pillow any day." He leaned comfortably back against the headboard of the bed and let the two of them settle in.

And then for a moment he was quiet, thinking about sitting with her like this every day, as much as possible. The idea was so appealing that he felt himself grinning without even really meaning to. There was still so much to deal with with the Sanctuary, and that would have to take priority for now.

But that didn't keep his mind from wandering to the idea that he did, in fact, have his mother's engagement and wedding rings sitting somewhere in his bedroom. And that he at some point, did want to put them to use.

[behavioral]

"Best pillow," Abby murmured, finishing off as much of the food as she could manage for the moment. Once she was done, she made a motion to kick the tray to the bottom of the bed so she wouldn't accidentally turn it over and then lay back down to rest. As much as she didn't want to, she knew she needed to at least lie down a little more.

Curled up on the pillows, she watched him, hoping he would stay with her on the bed, at least for a little bit. For a few minutes, she could be selfish. If she'd known what he was thinking, she would be more than willing to encourage his thoughts. She liked the idea of marrying him someday, too.

"I guess you have a lot to do today, now that I've had food."