He smiled back, and for one, brief moment Grace thought everything might be okay. She would have her ball, Ford would be at her side, and she would only stumble through... maybe half of her interactions, but that would mean there would be half of the interactions that were decent and productive. It would be fine. She would be fine.
Or maybe that was just her exhaustion speaking. As Ford pulled away she let out a yawn so wide that she couldn't close her mouth for a solid seven or eight seconds, but when she finally did she smiled lazily at him and nodded.
"Save me an orange," she quipped, and then let her hand come to rest on the stair rail behind her. "Goodnight, Ford."
Or maybe that was just her exhaustion speaking. As Ford pulled away she let out a yawn so wide that she couldn't close her mouth for a solid seven or eight seconds, but when she finally did she smiled lazily at him and nodded.
"Save me an orange," she quipped, and then let her hand come to rest on the stair rail behind her. "Goodnight, Ford."
