"Mrrr? What time is it...?"

He strokes her hair.  "So early it's late," he says.  "Not long after midnight."

"Mmm..."

If he is waking her up at midnight there's probably a reason. She wiggles closer and hugs him. "Going somewhere?"

He holds her.  He takes a steadying breath, to brace himself, and hopefully, by his energy, her.  "Emergency deployment," he says, levelly.  "The confluence just hit."

...she wraps her arms around him and gives him a firm squeeze, then lets go. "Kay. Love you. Do good, be safe."

"Mm," as he's squeezed.  "Love you.  Do my best, on both counts.  Text you as soon as I can after it's dead."

"I'll appreciate that when I wake up." Sleepy nuzzle.

He scritches her hair, then breaks the cuddle properly and gets out of bed.

...He takes her hand in his and kisses her knuckles, briefly, before he turns and leaves the bedroom.

Counterattack: she keeps hold of his hand long enough to kiss his knuckles before she snuggles back under her blankets.

This tugs him toward her a little, and he squeaks a little in the happy way he sometimes does.  "Sleep well," he murmurs, and goes to meet Toby.

"Zzz."

Toby's already let himself in.  "Morning."

"Hey, buddy."

"Playin' our song.  'S get dressed."

"How's Kimberly?"

"You know her.  Nothing fazes her."

Laugh.

"How are you?"

He takes a breath.

"Ready to go round two," he says simply.

"That's my guy."