[ how many songs have played? one, three? she hums in agreement, a hand dropping to wipe at her face as if thinking there's tears (there are, he's a little wet on front) and then the other joins it at her side. ]

Sorry. Yeah. I'm tired anyway. Thanks for dancing with me.

[ not his fault. she's just finally feeling the rush drain from her body, though she still rests against him. ]

Wanna stay someplace local? I don't know if I'll make the walk back to the base, and I'd feel bad making you carry me.