He strokes back my hair, eyes glazed. “Mostly I just feel you…” He sighs. “I’m tired.” I swallow, pushing down the fear in my face. I can’t keep him awake forever. “Sleep, then. Just make sure you wake up.” “If you insist,” he returns. “You’ll stay here?” “For as long as you want me.” “I will always want you. That’s the problem, really…”
