Right. [ it's soft as can be, leaning in to push some hair off her forehead before he leaves. Goodnight, Karen. he doesn't say it aloud for fear of waking her again, shutting out the lights on his way out. tomorrow's a new day. of drinking themselves to death in space. not much else to do - but even in space, tomorrow will come and wipe today's sins away. or at the very least, make them seem less significant. ]
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