as the door clicked shut behind james, natasha stirred from the bed. she had been awake long before he had left her side, feeling his weight leave her on the mattress that they shared but she didn't stop him from leaving, laying in the stillness until he had left him to the silence of their apartment. rising from the bed she took the window and waited for his form to reappear out on the street, a silhouette barely visible in the dim light tae street lamps offered. she watched him move, considerably more slowly but still rapid, and watched him until he was out of sight; as james disappeared form view, natasha sighed and returned to the bed, trying to close her eyes in a attempt to return to her slumber – not that she was getting much sleep anyway. instead she lay in bed curled on her side, watching the window as the light changed from dark to the faintest pinkest light, waited for the sound of his return. another click of the door, and the sound of running water alerted her that it was safe to get up now. she exhaled and sat up in the bed, still facing the window. living with james was hard, but she wouldn't imagine sharing her space with anyone else. who else could possibly fathom her demons, the darkness in her life, the nightmares that haunted her? who else? a soft smile graced her usually sharp features as she heard him return to the bed room. "i know," she responded softly, gently holding out her callused hand to him. "and you didn't. i've not been getting much sleep anyway. run alright?" this space they shared was full of darkness, full of screams and terrors of the pasts that haunted them both but here natasha found solace and for the first time in many years she had found a home.