joey looks over at him, eyebrows still pulled together slightly. "you're a jerk, you know that?" they both know that she's referencing several things at the moment, not just his words minutes ago.
"yeah," he tells her, shaking his head and looking a...
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DESPITE THE FACT THAT JOEY DOESN'T REMEMBER FALLING ASLEEP AFTER HER ENHANCED TRAINING, SHE WAKES UP WITH A START— STRAIGHT OUT OF WHAT HAD TO HAVE BEEN A NIGHTMARE.
The lights in her room are still on, her hair is still in a ponytail— albeit a slept-in one— and worst of all, she's starving. As she comes to her senses, she hits the power button on her phone in an attempt to check the time, only to find that in her accidental slumber, she didn't plug her phone in before falling asleep. She scoffs to herself, realizing for the second time in the past few days that her phone isn't a very reliable time teller.
If she's honest, she doesn't even really care what time it is; she doesn't feel well rested. But still, she changes out of her day clothes and into a presentable combination of pajamas— black fleece bottoms and a loose red tee. She pulls out her hair tie before coiling it back around itself into a bun, and finally, she puts her phone on its charger before stepping into the hallway.
Upon closing her bedroom door, Joey has to squint as her eyes adjust to the darkness of the corridor. She sees some lights beneath one of the doors in her hall, though she isn't sure who it belongs to. Either way, she's slightly comforted in the fact that she isn't the only one up.
She walks quietly to the bathroom, noticing as she walks past the den that the sky outside the large windows is completely black. No signs of sunset, no signs of sunrise. It's just late.
Inside the bathroom, she splashes her face with water just like she did last night. This time it's less of a calming tactic, and more of a freshening-up tactic. She walks over to the shelf beside the sinks to grab a cloth to dry her face off, and when she turns back around, she's startled to see, yet again, Pietro standing before her— not as startled as she was yesterday, though.
"This is not becoming a thing," Joey says, more to herself than to him. When she notices his jaw tense, though, she knows he heard it. She tosses the cloth in the hamper, before passing right by him and out the door.
"You did not sleep?" Pietro asks, following her. She slows down, slightly off-put by the fact that he's trying to make conversation with her again. Especially when he still hasn't attempted any explanation on why he ditched her at the party over the weekend.
"I did. Surprisingly," she answers. She simply doesn't have the energy to fight him, or actively ignore him. She yawns. "What time is it?" She adds, wondering why he's awake. She looks back at him expectantly, and he shrugs. Joey rolls her eyes, deciding against slowing her pace again so they can walk on the same plane. He's being curt, and plus, isn't being fast his whole shtick? He can walk a little faster if he cares that much.
Despite the obvious annoyance hanging in the air, Pietro doesn't hesitate to follow her into the elevator, and down one floor. As they round the corner into the kitchen, Joey cuts a glance at the clock on the stove on her way to the fridge. It's 2:53 AM, which means she got around eight hours of sleep if she's counting correctly. Clearly, she's catching up on the sleep she lost last night over her mother's... situation.
