Love's Ultimatum of Hatred (For Lobo)

Heather's eyes widen a bit as she hears Clyde's response and feels him rest his arm on her lower back. It suddenly gave her a relaxing feeling as she felt a comfort in being held. "....Good.." She says as she again tries to resurface her domineering tone, probably again not too well either.

She would let herself get taken away by the relaxing feeling as she would begin to drift off as well. Sliding her arms up, she wraps them around Clyde's neck again as she keeps her head remained on his chest. Almost seeming like all the mess that had just happened seconds ago was just a dream, she would slowly close her eyes.

Not being able to do much about it, nor really having the mental will to do so at the moment, drop from her tear would roll down her cheek onto Clyde's chest. Hoping he was already asleep and not noticing it, she pays no further mind to it as she falls asleep herself, over on top of Clyde, a long morning into day behind them.