The night ended up being long. Khan returned to one of his bedrooms only when dawn was barely one hour away, but his day didn't finish even then. It actually began.
"Khan?" Monica called when Khan entered the room.
"What are you doing awake?" Khan sighed, undressing and throwing his clothes and equipment to the floor.
Monica noticed the exhaustion in Khan's voice and stood up, leaving the big bed to approach him. Her figure and nightgown entered the blue light radiated by Khan's eyes, growing bigger as she neared him.
"You know I can't sleep without you," Monica reminded, helping Khan with the remaining clothes. He could oppose her but didn't. The night had taken a toll on his mind, making him oddly tired.
