Cooper lay curled up on his side, Nancy in his arms. He had the rare occurrence of a cigarette in his mouth. He'd never really had much of a nicotine habit to begin with, but it did make for a lovely looking post-coital picture. He twirled a bit of her hair around his finger.

"I needed this. The stress of the job is gonna actually age me. I'm gonna wake up with grey hairs." If only it actually worked that way. Cooper didn't really mind how much time the Nest and Night Council took up. "It does feel like we're finally accomplishin' something." Whether that something was good or bad could be left up to interpretation.