Rolling over onto the cold side of the bed had been something Helena Peabody saw less and less of each night, but for some reason the early hours of one particular October morning cast her in that exact situation. Frowning, the brunette outstretched a hand and, in the midst of consciousness and slumber, tried to figure out what was wrong with the sensation. It didn’t take long for her eyelids to pry open and confirm her suspicions that Dylan was not in bed beside her. 

Frowning now, and finding that nagging in the pit of her stomach that wouldn’t allow her to fall back to sleep, Helena let out a long sigh before preparing to leave the comforts of the spacious bed. Once she was up, wearing nothing but her underwear and a loose-fitting t-shirt, the inquisitive brunette padded barefoot along the wooden floorboards, towards where a blue-white light was emanating from. Just as she had expected, upon rounding the corner, Helena found Dylan slouched over in her computer chair, legs crossed awkwardly up to her chest, eyes glued to the glaring light of the screen. 

With a creeping feeling of unease eating away at her shoulders, Dylan glanced around to find that she was being watched. A smile was quick to greet her lips as she saw Helena leaning against the doorframe, looking in at her. The quick tilt of her head was enough to bring the British beauty over, and she quickly dropped her legs to accommodate the other woman in her lap. With a tired smile, Helena slung an arm around her girlfriend, her fingers playing softly with the short hairs at the nape of her neck, and gently placed her head upon her chest. 

“What are you doing?” Helena softly slurred, fighting the blazing light from the screen through half-closed eyes. 

Dylan tightened her arm around her and sunk back into the small chair, her back aching from being in such an awkward pose for so long. “Just finishing some work,” She answered, playing back silent clips that she had been capturing over the last few months. Turning away from the screen, allowing the slightly faded greens and oranges to tan and discolour her skin, Dylan glanced down at Helena. Her eyes were closed and her breathing heavy, and she smirked softly to herself when she thought the brunette had fallen asleep so suddenly.