Are you awake?

Resting on top of the building that housed a detective and a half probably hadn’t been the smartest idea… But since when was he one to follow what others considered smart? The gem from that night’s heist was held loosely between his fingers, half resting in his lap, already examined under the moon and without a red glow. And as he stirred when she came up, the fingers clenched around the morganite slightly.

“…Th’nk s’meone ‘lse nee’s y’ m’re th’n I d’, hous’ki-s’n…”