[If he had any hints of her thoughts, he didn't show it. Nor did Nathanial let on any of his own. Just savoring the kind touch, that it was affectionate--and not designed to bring pain. Smile turning less wry to more tired, but still a smile. Bringing his own gloved hand up to cup hers and hold it against his cheek for a moment.
Then encouraging it away from his cheek as he got to his feet. A second more to hold her hand, a soft squeeze, then he was pulling back.]
It's far too late, or far too early. If you're feeling better, you should return to resting. We both should.
[He did not say sleep--for that was still an ever tricky state of being where he was concerned.]
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Then encouraging it away from his cheek as he got to his feet. A second more to hold her hand, a soft squeeze, then he was pulling back.]
It's far too late, or far too early. If you're feeling better, you should return to resting. We both should.
[He did not say sleep--for that was still an ever tricky state of being where he was concerned.]