Dave's Perspective
Francine was snuggled next to him in his bed, her head nestled on his chest. Her long blonde hair was swept up into a disheveled bun, her face adorned with a wide smile of contentment.
He was aware that his face mirrored hers, and as her eyes gently closed, he planted a kiss on her forehead. He felt her drift into sleep as he held her close, his mind awash with thoughts.
There was a wealth of knowledge he needed to impart to Francine, and it was only now that he realized he should have been more transparent about this aspect of his life sooner. This realization would have made his current task less formidable.
He was filled with regret for what he had done to her, but given their current predicament, she needed his guidance. What she didn't need was him wallowing in
