"You're still not sleeping," she observed, her own eyelids growing heavy despite her best efforts to stay alert.
"No."
"Because of me?"
There was a small, almost imperceptible pause, the hesitation of someone deciding how much truth to offer. Then, "Partly."
She looked down at the frayed edge of the blanket, tracing the worn threads with her thumb, needing something to focus on besides his face. "You think I'm going to try to kill you in your sleep?"
A faint, humorless smile touched the corner of his mouth. It didn't reach his eyes, didn't carry any real amusement, just a dark acknowledgment of possibility. "If you did, I'd probably deserve it."
"That's not an answer."
