Growl || Reed900 ✔️

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We had laid on the homemade bed after I finished eating. He figured out how to easily cook popcorn and set up a few movies for us to watch. I felt happy and calm after having such an overwhelming morning.

Unfortunately, we both had to go back to work tomorrow, but it'd be a nice change to see some familiar faces. I'd kind of missed work and having something to do every day. My days have been getting longer, and it really feels like it's been a couple of weeks since I last worked.

Hours passed by, Conan ending up making successful tacos for dinner. We continued to watch movies until he said that it would be best if I got some rest.

I laid in my bed, my head resting on his chest. It was a bit awkward at first, but we managed to work it out. Fortunately, I was able to let myself sleep instead of my adrenaline hyping up at the last minute. That night, no nightmares came. Maybe it was because I was with Conan. Or maybe it was because I accepted what happened instead of continuing to hold onto the past.

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"Okay, yesterday I wanted to go back to work, but it's too fucking early for this shit," I whine, relaxing my head against the headrest.

"Will you ever stop complaining about work?" He questions, slightly glaring at me but not saying anything other.

"Never," I reply, a sly smirk on my face.

He rolls his eyes and suddenly turns up the radio, a familiar song reaching earshot. Keep Your Head Up by Andy Grammer.

"I want to hear you sing this song on the way to work or we will sit here until you do," he says, being completely serious.

"You really are such an ass," I say, letting my fingers tap to the beat on my thigh. "Fine, dipshit."

"I've been waiting on the sunset, bills on my mindset, I can deny they're getting high. Higher than my income, my income's breadcrumbs, I've been trying to survive," I grin towards him, smoothly rocking my head side to side, "the glow that sun gets right around sunset, helps me to realize, this is just a journey, drop your worries, you are gonna turn out fine. Oh... you turn out fine. Fine, oh, turn out fine," I continue to sing, letting my anxiety melt into the seat. I smile, that familiar euphoric feeling building up again, "but, you gotta keep your head up, oh oh. And you can let your hair down, eh eh. But, you gotta keep your head up, oh oh. And you can let your hair down, eh eh. I know it's hard, know it's hard, to remember sometimes. But, you gotta keep your head up, oh oh. And you can let your hair down, eh eh eh eh."

He grins, joining in on the second verse. He starts up the car while we both sing our hearts - biocomponents - out. His voice was angelic and I'd never heard anything more beautiful.

The song soon ends with a giggle from me and a bright smile from him. He plays a few more songs that remind me of my childhood, and before I know it, he pulls into the Detroit Police Department's parking lot.

•How was this?•