Barty folded his jacket and set it down on the bed, so that she could have it again if she wanted it. He didn't look her way, but he wasn't surprised at her lack of shame. Of course. Not as if she'd have ever been treated with enough respect before. He could try and teach her later. For now, he waited until she was finished and then smiled at her, gesturing to the book and then the bed. "Do you want to sit? I can read."
Then maybe she'd feel like sleeping. He wished he could tell her to sleep, he could see that she was exhausted. But no. No orders. Besides, he was fairly sure he couldn't have made her, even if he had wanted to.
Eleven nodded and climbed up onto the bed, feeling her eyes getting heavier as she shuffled close to Barty, wanting to see the pictures. It was hard to stay awake, all the energy started to leave her as she finally started to relax. Barty was reading so nicely and he hadn't done anything bad or dangerous.
It started simple, she leaned in close to him and slumped against his side as he kept reading. Her eyes fell closed as she started to doze off against Barty.
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Then maybe she'd feel like sleeping. He wished he could tell her to sleep, he could see that she was exhausted. But no. No orders. Besides, he was fairly sure he couldn't have made her, even if he had wanted to.
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It started simple, she leaned in close to him and slumped against his side as he kept reading. Her eyes fell closed as she started to doze off against Barty.