One eye half open, he watches as she pads all silent across the room, standing naked by the window. It's got to be late by now, or early's more like it, but he's been waitin' for this. For her to move back to her own bed. Bothered him the first time and hell yes he'd like to hold her in his arms the whole night, but he gets enjoyment out of her stubbornness.

A lot of enjoyment. While she's lookin' outside, he looks at her curves, her muscles, the shape of her silhouette. One word tumbles out of his mouth. Just one.

"Beautiful."

He can feel that smile tug hard at the corners of his mouth, but he's so satisfied and lazy that he doesn't move, not even to tuck the pillow further underneath his head and arm so he could have a better view. No, he doesn't think he'll wake up in the morning to find her gone. Only one door to this place, and he sleeps real light. Always has, ever since he was eight years old. He swears he could hear the sound of those gunshots for years clear as bells.

But he don't hear 'em tonight. Tonight he lets his eyes close heavily. He's sated, not wanting for anything. He knew she wasn't gonna stay in his bed.

"Sweet dreams, Freckles." Comes out a mumble and he ain't gonna apologize for that. No way and besides, if she wants him she knows right where to find him.