The sound of the bath soothes him to sleep, though he falls asleep on top of the blankets. At some point he wakes up and shuffles to a dresser, trading his work pants for an older pair of soft pajama pants, and then climbs back into the bed.

He’s out when she gets into bed, but not so much he doesn’t stir, pushing the blanket out of the way. “Come here,” he says groggily, much too charmed by the vision of her clean and relaxed with mussed hair and wrapped in his dressing gown. And when she does he pulls her against his chest, looping his good arm around her and putting his nose in her hair.