[Devon is walking down the hall, with a mug of hot tea in her hands. She's feeling particularly cozy, in her knitted sweater with large sleeves, comfortable jeans, and her hair, freshly cleaned after a hot shower. She's thinking about just kicking back to marathon a crime drama on her tablet before passing by the study and spotting James within.
She can't help, but smile at him when she sees how comfortable he looks himself. Devon already knows that he does love his rest, something that mildly amused her back when they first were getting to know each other.
Instead of speaking up, she knocks on the side of the doorway three times to see if he's away in dreamland yet.]
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She can't help, but smile at him when she sees how comfortable he looks himself. Devon already knows that he does love his rest, something that mildly amused her back when they first were getting to know each other.
Instead of speaking up, she knocks on the side of the doorway three times to see if he's away in dreamland yet.]