Juli wakes up splayed over an unfamiliar lap to the sound of a harsh groan and a TV clicking off. She shoots into an upright position, both for the sake of her spine and her dignity. The fast movement nearly takes her head off Sebastian's lower jaw. A sharp snort with aspirations of a snore, a click of a jaw, and Sebastian is awake. He rubs the back of his neck where an absolute monster of a crick must was forming, Juli was sure. Across the length of Sebastian's lap, Joseph slept on. His head was drooping onto Sebastian's shoulder. His glasses had come off during the night- either fallen off, or taken off- and he looked more peaceful than Juli could ever remember having seen him.

Sebastian gently moves Joseph's head so it rested on the back of the couch. With the same harsh noise that woke her, Sebastian stands and heads for the kitchen. He lets out a growl that might have had a "Good morning" in it somewhere. There's a clatter of cupboards and the darkly aromatic smell of coffee wafts through the apartment.

Juli's bladder clenches. "Bathroom," she asks, half yawning. Sebastian points to her left. Two doors, both ajar, but only one with tile flooring. Juli strides in to relieve herself.

Washing her hands, the cool water wakes her up somewhat. She had fallen asleep, which was fine. Maybe Joseph had been planning for them to all fall asleep there; maybe that was even was Juli had wanted. What she hadn't wanted was to fall asleep in Sebastian's lap. It was innocent and unintentional, sure, but still inappropriate.

"The hell with it," Juli mutters to herself, wiping her hands on a towel and stepping back into the living room.

As she emerges, Joseph is taking a mug from Sebastian with dazed, mumbled thanks. In the back of her mind, Juli finds herself wondering whether Joseph was a morning person or not. Sebastian disappears back into the kitchen. Joseph gives Juli a sympathetic smile. "Get any sleep?"

"I think so. Feels like it."

"Me too." Joseph stretches his legs out without getting up. He lets out a sigh of contentment. "I'm sorry about this, Sebastian."

"Don't be." Sebastian sips his own coffee. He tips the mug at Juli. "Kidman, you want a cup?"

"Sure."

Joseph pats himself down with his free hand, searching for something. He finds it, drawing a cellphone out of his pants pocket and checking the display. He gives a gentle groan. "Well, we're all late for work."

"I think we've earned some time off for now." Sebastian hands Juli a faintly chipped mug. Sebastian has heard how Juli takes her coffee more times than she cares to consider, and it looks like he made it the same; two creams, no sugar. Sebastian takes his coffee black, Juli knows, and he takes another thoughtful drink. "God knows who we even report to now."

Joseph begins thumbing through his contacts as Juli sits down beside him. "I can probably find out. Let me just-" Almost simultaneously, Juli and Sebastian both reach for Joseph's phone and push it down. Joseph smiles wryly. "That's a no, then."

"Technically, I don't know if I'm even still employed by the KCPD."

The gravity of everything they had been through fell over them like a veil. In a quiet voice, Sebastian began: "We'll vouch for you. You can't be held entirely responsible for what happened in there."

"That's true," Joseph continued. "Even discounting Mobius' influence on the situation, it sounds like we were seeing different things sometimes. STEM might have altered your perception, so you weren't responsible for everything."

"Just for shooting Joseph." The words came out hollow.

They're all quiet then. She's right, and they know it. Just as Juli is about to set down the coffee, thank them for everything, and walk away, Sebastian puts an arm on her shoulder.

"At the time, you thought it was right. You're allowed a few big fuck-ups in your life, Kidman."

"Kidman," Joseph mutters. "I'm fine. It's all just bruising now, and I think it's getting better. I don't think it's even going to leave a scar."

"I know. I just…" Juli bowed her head, not quite in prayer. "I'm sorry. Both of you. I'm so sorry for everything."

"Kidman, you're okay."

"You guys can…" Feeling absurdly vulnerable, Juli swallows. "You guys can call me Juli." She fights the awkward stammer that wanted to crawl through her throat. "If you want."

Sebastian nodded. "Juli. You're okay. Drink your coffee."

Juli settled back onto the couch, fitting comfortably between them. Soon enough, Juli's phone would start ringing- maybe it already had- and she would have to start answering to less forgiving audiences: The remnants of Mobius; the big brass of Krimson City's finest. At the moment, Juli has coffee. She has around seven hours of hours of sleep under her belt. She has two people in her corner. It's more than she's had in years.