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"The more people you let into your life, the more that can just walk right out." -To All The Boys I've Loved Before
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IT WAS A NIGHTMARE-LESS SLEEP, SOMETHING THAT WAS HARD TO COME BY THESE DAYS.
But sadly, Vienna was torn from her peaceful sleep by motion on the end of her mattress.
She opened one eyes just barely, as the light seeping into the room was very bright.
"Michael." She mutters. "What are you doing here?"
"Waking you up of course." He plops down on her bed, causing it to shake.
"Well yes." Vienna sits up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Why, exactly?"
"To ask you a question."
"Michael, please just spit it out." Vienna sighs.
"Someone's in a mood today." Michael observes.
"You woke me up!"
"Yes, and it's way later than you should be sleeping. If Sterling was here, she'd have an aneurysm."
"Ok, fine. What's the plan?"
"Hypothetically." Michael starts. "Sloane and I were talking about a model crime scene we saw on the video. Would you say that that would be an invasion of Dean's privacy?"
"Did you ever think of the fact that you're invading my privacy?"
"Just answer the question." Michael replied.
"Hypothetically." Vienna repeats. "Have you and Sloane already set up the simulation in question."
"Oh, how'd you know?" He grins at her.
"Because I know you. Did you sleep at all last night? You look tired."
"Not really. I was helping Sloane set it up."
"You guys could've asked me for help."
Michael shrugs. "Sloane wanted to, but you haven't been sleeping well, so I figured you would want to sleep."
