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In all honesty, Luke probably should have seen it coming. It had been a long day, with a time-consuming walk through the city in the morning and then an intense music practice after lunch, and a one-on-one song-writing session with Julie after Alex and Reggie had split off to do their own things.
It would make sense that Julie was tired after all of that, but for some reason the sight of Julie tucked tight against the cushions of the couch made Luke pause. As a ghost, he didn’t really fall asleep, he just didn’t need to, but Julie was a lifer and needed sleep, and he felt guilty that he hadn’t noticed before she was too tired to stay awake.
They had been working on another song, Luke twisted up atrociously in a little pretzel onto a barstool, notebook and chewed-on pen in hand, and Julie sprawled on her back on the couch, looking to the sky (or in this case, the ceiling of the garage/studio) for inspiration. The evening had been dragging to a close, and Luke had gone mostly quiet as he scribbled new lyrics before scratching them back out, sometimes humming a bit of the melody beneath his breath to feel its beat and rhythm. After awhile, Julie had set down her own pad of paper and started sketching something on a stray scrap paper before eventually settling back against the couch to watch Luke work, legs tangled up beneath him and tip of his tongue caught between his teeth as he worked over an especially difficult line.
Luke looked at her sleeping form fondly; she must have drifted off while she waited for him to finish and had ended up tucked tightly against the couch in what seemed to be an attempt to stay warm without the hassle of grabbing a blanket. He looked at her for a moment more, his smile soft at her peaceful expression, and then decided bring her a blanket.
She didn’t move when he tucked it in around her, but afterwards she seemed to relax into it and Luke grinned in relief.
He was completely whipped for her.