"No, it doesn't matter. I'm not any good at that sort of stuff, so I'll just, you know, not say it," Kate said, because she wasn't prepared to admit to herself how much she liked Harry half the time, nevermind to the cop in the room. "I think I need to sleep now. My head is fucking killing me."
It would be worse tomorrow, but maybe she could sleep through most of it.
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Date: 2011-09-01 08:50 pm (UTC)It would be worse tomorrow, but maybe she could sleep through most of it.