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[gabriel_tam]

The Cortex terminal in Gabriel's home office is displaying the evening's newsfeeds and financial reports. Once again, the primary topic of discussion concerns the continuing reactions-- political, financial, and social-- to the Miranda Plan.

A running capture session in the background is saving and indexing pertinent items to file for later analysis. Gabriel is sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair as he watches the screen. Occasionally he jots a swift note, reacting to some item or other.

There's still a lot of preparation to be done, after all. The fact that work is also a very welcome distraction from other thoughts at present is beside the point.

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[gabriel_tam]

"It's been a long night," Gabriel says quietly.

A night that had originally started out to be one of their extremely rare quiet evenings at home, at that. He regrets it, regrets the necessity of what's happened-- but not enough to have kept silent any longer.

"Could you rest?" A beat. "I'm done here for the present, I think."

[regan_tam]

And tomorrow afternoon are luncheons and committee meetings for both of them, and tomorrow night is a dinner party.

Regan nods. Quietly, "Shì a."

Rest. Yes. Sleep, she's not sure about.

[gabriel_tam]

Without another word, Gabriel touches the sensor switch, dimming the office light, and then puts his free arm around her waist, guiding her gently out the door and toward their suite.