Léan nodded, resting his head gently on top of her head. "True. Hitting the floor would hurt, if we roll off, though," he added, thoughtfully.

"True," Glory said. She would have offered to take him into her room, but she was a bit embarassed for him to see her bedroom just yet. She cuddled with him. "That's alright, though. It's not that much of a fall."

Léan shifted, leaning against her. He would never admit that he was cuddling, however. "I hope not. It still looks like it would hurt. I am not used to falling, since there isn't as much of a gravitational pull underwater."

Glory gave him a kiss.

"Don't worry about it," she murmured. "Stay closer to the inside of the couch if you're worried about it."

"I'll be all right," Léan assured her, smiling. He wasn't fond of smiling, so a good smile wasn't something that was seen often on him.

"Alright," Glory replied. She cuddled with him, laying her head on his shoulder. "You should smile more often," she said softly. "It looks good on you."

Léan went a bit pink, and then reached up to scratch his head. "I'm not used to smiling...it feels quite odd when I smile, actually. But, I will try."

"It feels odd because you're not used to it," Glory pointed out. She closed her eyes, tired. "And I think I'm falling asleep..."

"Are you sure you want to stay out here on the couch? It isn't that comfortable," Léan sighed, scooting a bit so they could both lay down.

"Well..." Glory hesitated. "We could move to my room, my bed is bigger than the couch."

Léan went a bit pink, but nodded. "It is up to you," he murmured. "I am all right with it, but..."

"Just... promise you won't laugh, alright?" Glory said. Her room was girlier than her personality would let on.

Léan's interest was piqued at her statement. It was almost like a warning. Just what did her room look like? "I won't," he promised, though he was now quite curious.

"Alright," Glory said. "You promised." Handing him her pillow, she picked him up and took him to her room. She toed open the door with her foot and took him inside, setting him on the bed. The walls were pained a light purple, with darker roses painted along the floor and ceiling. Her furniture was mismatched, and the door of her closet was white rather than natural wood. The window over her bed overlooked the beach and the shore, and it didn't have any curtains. There was a mirror over her dresser, and the dresser itself was a bit cluttered with trinkets and other such things, including the jewelry Léan had made for her.

Léan's tail flicked back and forth with interest. Why had she been so wary about him laughing? There was really nothing to laugh about. It looked like a perfectly all right room. He had the hints of a smile on his face when he recognized the jewelry he had made for her on her dresser.

Glory blushed a little. She'd never let anyone besides Nana see her room before. It was flowery and mismatched and girly. The only thing it was missing were butterflies everywhere, something she'd seriously considered once when she saw decorative ones at the store.

Léan seemed more intrigued than anything else. His tail flicked back and forth, slowly but repeatedly. He closed his eyes and rested his head against her, feeling relaxed.

Glory cuddled with him, tired but happy to be with him.

Léan suddenly remembered the pillow in his arms, and he quietly slipped it up behind their heads. He settled down again, comfortably.

Glory cuddled with him, drifting off to sleep already. It didn't take her long to fall asleep completely.

Léan followed her into sleep a few minutes later, quite comfortable in the bed. The tip of his tailfin could be seen poking out from under the blankets at the other end--his tail was just a tad too long to stay completely under the blankets.

Glory slept soundly with the window cracked open just slightly so that it didn't get too hot in her room. While she liked staying warm during the day, she prefered her room to be cold at night. She wouldn't have noticed if Léan started to sing in his sleep again. She slept too deeply to wake up because of it.

Léan was far too tired from the plane trip home and the drive home, everything that had gone on today, to even move in his sleep. There was a low humming coming from his throat, so he might have been singing, but it wasn't audible.

Glory slept in the next morning. It was a weekend, so she didn't have to set her alarm. She woke up cuddled with Léan, and she had no intentions of moving any time soon.

Léan slept a little longer than she did. He was comfortable. When he finally did wake up, the humming in his throat was cut short, making it obvious. He didn't open his eyes or move, though. He was far too cozy.