[ It's almost a question, but mostly agreement. There's something sad and weary that's settled into her bones that has nothing to do with the day's fighting or fucking. It's familiar. She doesn't bother resisting it. Instead, she reaches out to gently take the stub of their shared cigarette from Harry, leaning away to smother it in the ashtray on the nightstand. Then, she slowly settles back onto the creaky motel bed, stretching her legs out and glancing Harry's way before lightly patting her thigh in an invitation more platonic than the one she gave him in the alley. An offer, if he likes — a safe place to rest that troubled head while they still have the room. ]
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[ It's almost a question, but mostly agreement. There's something sad and weary that's settled into her bones that has nothing to do with the day's fighting or fucking. It's familiar. She doesn't bother resisting it. Instead, she reaches out to gently take the stub of their shared cigarette from Harry, leaning away to smother it in the ashtray on the nightstand. Then, she slowly settles back onto the creaky motel bed, stretching her legs out and glancing Harry's way before lightly patting her thigh in an invitation more platonic than the one she gave him in the alley. An offer, if he likes — a safe place to rest that troubled head while they still have the room. ]