Ring-A-Ding-Ding, Baby

Rosalie can't sleep tonight. She and Benny had had their share of fun before he had went to take first watch. They aren't camped in a secure building tonight and they have both spotted a pack of ghouls wandering in the crumbling neighborhood nearby.

Rosalie pulls herself out of her sleeping bag while waking the dog up too, of course. She slips her prosthetic on before she heads over to Benny with Poggo following at her heels. She comes up to their lookout spot. She can see Benny sitting down. What she doesn't expect to see is his head falling into his chest from sleep. Rosalie doesn't even spare a minute to think. She walks up behind him and hits him lightly with the flat of her palm on the side of his head.

"What the fuck?!" Benny is all rage as he jumps up but then he calms when he recognizes Rosalie's face.

"Yes, what the fuck are you doing sleeping? You should have woke me up!" Rosalie is only mildly annoyed but it doesn't stop the slump in Benny's shoulders. Rosalie still puts her finger into his chest.

"Sorry babydoll. I guess I was more tired then I thought," Benny says as he rubs sleep from his eyes.

Some of her annoyance seeps away as she watches him rubs his eyes. There is something so soft and vulnerable in that gesture that she doesn't normally see in him and she can't help but soften up herself much to her great chagrin.

"Estás bien, ve a dormir un poco ahora," she mutters to him. "Go get sleep. I will take over."