Watching him fall fast asleep, her fingers still a few minutes later.

She eases the sheet and comforter higher on his torso, her eyes carefully avoiding the scarring on his side -- it's been a good day (a great day), and she doesn't want to think about what happened inside that gas station last summer.

Clicking off the light, she settles beside him and listens to his deep, even breathing; it's not long before she slips into sleep.