He doesn't quite wince. He's starting to wonder what he though he'd accomplish here. Just give it time, love. Yeah. Right.

"Keep checking in," he calls halfheartedly after Chris's retreating form. "I'll go outta my fucking mind here." And of course if there's any change in Eostre he'll be one of the first to know. But he doubts there will be. Not until Monday. But Monday. Yes. For sure.

"You'll stay for a little?" His eyes slip closed and he wishes suddenly that the bed was a little bigger, that he could feel Hobbes fitted snugly along his other side, that he could fall asleep between them and pretend that everything's fine.