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[She gives a half-laugh, half groan, closing her eyes and turning her head away for a moment so he wouldn't think she was encouraging her.]

It's gonna be a killer night, that's for sure.

[...even though she was.]

[She is and he approves.]

I don't doubt it, I hear the people who are financing the prom are low-dead.

[This is why they shouldn't be left alone unsupervised]

Bet they're going to be livid when they get the bill next month.

There's no bones about it.

Haha. Very humerus.

[Snickers and then he stretches out. He doesn't look like he's as exhausted as she was when she locked herself away in the library, but he does look sleepy.

Leans back in the couch and returns to cuddling with her.]

So yeah, it sounds like it will be a fun evening.

[She takes note of this, and wonders what the best way to approach it would be. Something told her it had everything to do with what he didn't want to talk about just yet.]

I'm certainly looking forward to the entertainment it'll bring.

[She pulls away again, but only to ask:]

Did you want to lay down? You might be more comfortable that way.

Depends on the pillow.

[If she's offering to use her lap as a pillow, he's all for that, otherwise he's good as he is.]

[Sentimental as it was, laps were not always the softest or most comfortable pillows. But, wait! A solution: Zee reaches over to the far end of the couch and grabs one of the smaller throw pillows. She places it on her lap.]

Will this suffice?

[Shifts around so that he can rest his head on her lap. He's short enough that he can stretch out comfortably on the couch. Yawns and closes his eyes over again.]

Perfect.

[She resumes her playing with his hair. Purposely trying to lull him.]

I won't be offended if you pass out, you know.

No offense, but you look almost as bad as I did last month.

Think so? [Briefly opens his eyes to look up at her.]

I've just been doing a lot of thinking. [Playing with his hair seems to be doing the trick because he sounds sleepy.]

I found out I had a soul not that long ago. I've seen enough in our world to know something like that's possible but enough to also know it might not be possible.

[Her voice softens. Keeping the conversation going, but not wanting to startle him in case he really does fall asleep.]

I believe it.

The person who saw my soul told me that sometimes when people die, their souls go to this place for safe keeping where they are protected.

[Smiles as he thinks about his parents, aunt, and cousin being in a place like that.]

It's a nice thought.

[Not all souls went to heaven, of course. Some of them remained trapped inside magic helmets.]

[Of course, she's not going to bring that up right then, because Dick seems all too comfortable with the notion. She has a feeling there are particular loved ones he's thinking of. The family he'd lost.]

A place where everybody can be reunited again.

[The more he speaks, the sleepier he sounds.]

Yeah, that sounds nice. I'd like that. I'd like to see them again.

[Those last few words come out in a mumble and within a minute or two he's fallen asleep.]

[She just barely makes out his last words before he drifts off. And she sits there, staring at his slumbering face but only partially seeing him. Her mind is elsewhere as she continues to stroke his hair until a single drop of water falls on her wrist.]

So would I.

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