He half-turns at the sound of her voice. For a moment, he just looks at her outline in the dark, the tale of the night on the tip of his tongue.

But it's the middle of the night, and she's sleepy. And he wouldn't know how to start.

'Yeah.'

It just takes a minute to stub his fag out, and lose his clothes. He slips in beside her, and pulls her gently to his chest. She's so warm, and sleep fuzzy. It's better than any conversation.

'...back to sleep, sweet'eart.'