Hours pass, and she awakes with a sharp intake of breath. There's a moment when she's not sure where she is, and then she sees his silhouette in the low light. Just that simple shadow makes her sigh with relief. He's still here, he hasn't gone.

She slips one toe out of the covers, still pleasantly surprised to discover this place is warm enough she doesn't really need slippers. A moment later she's disappearing into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind her. When she's done, she emerges and stands in the door, just watching him for a long moment.

She doesn't want to push the issue. But Alex knows about long nights spent in front of the television, eventually falling asleep on the couch. Before she can second guess herself, she's pulling a throw out of the wardrobe and crossing to him, draping it around his shoulders from behind the sofa.

She doesn't say anything, just leans down and brush a kiss over his cheek. And then turns to go back to bed.