He wraps one arm around her back as she lies down again, rubbing her back with one hand, the other taking her hand. He closes his eyes, breathing in the smell of her hair and skin as he dozes; not sleeping, but letting himself drift. Occasionally he opens one eye and glances at the changing of the morning light. He doesn't want to let her go just yet, but at the moment he has time.

It's not long though before he can't ignore the fact that it's getting late enough that other people will be awake soon, and he doesn't want to meet them in the hallways. He has to go, even if just the thought is painful.

He takes a deep breath, steeling his nerves to take this step. "Chris?" he says softly, "I have to leave. It's getting late."