The rustle of fabric from her side of the bed seemed loud to Everett's ears. But finally there was the reassuring movement of the mattress and the covers shifting. The bed wasn't terribly large but Verity seemed to make it larger. How close to the edge was she? He hated that it was this way. But at least she wasn't on the floor.

He tried to hold himself still, to not think of her only feet away. His mind focused on tracing the pattern of the wallpaper until he heard her words. "Good night Verity." At least it was a start. It was something beyond going their separate ways. But he doubted it would ever be anything more. And with that thought Everett drifted off into sleep.