She watched him, remembering what it was like to curl up next to him. He looked almost at peace now, across from her, one hand reaching in her direction, as if he was drawn to her even in his dreams. Slowly inching forward, she ran her hand gently down his arm the way she used to, when they slept side by side. He groaned in his sleep, leaning toward her. He didn’t even feel her grab the bone. He was so content—so happy, so deep in sleep—that he didn’t even hear her leave.
Smart. Tell him to take the bone in case theres a trap and then pretend to care about him and leave when hes sleeping
