'I know.' She doesn't know, really. She never knows with him, and right now, everything between them seems to be like walking on eggshells.

She keeps one hand on him as long as possible, and then moves away, out of reach. Because her hands don't seem to be on the same page as her brain. And it aches to have any air between them, any air at all. It reminds her of how close they came to truly losing one another.

'I'll just...' She moves across to the other bed, hiding her eyes from him as she down the covers for the other bed, slipping beneath them. She feels fragile, now. It's not a sensation she likes. But they've come this far, she can wait for him.

The sheets feel like ice on her heated skin, and that's probably a good thing. She takes a moment to arrange her hair on her pillow, and yes, she decides to sleep facing him.

'Wake me if you need me.'