Sawyer sat up beside Elizabeth when he was sure that she would not wake up, but he couldn’t bring himself to move from her side when she reached for him in her sleep.
He found it comforting; he didn’t want to feel like she was helpless without him, but he had been worried that she was not happy with him and the fact she was affectionate like this even in her sleep was reassuring to him.
He stroked her hair and watched her for a while because had always enjoyed doing that when they first met and it felt like he had forgotten about something so simple that made him so happy.
She would probably have teased him if she woke up and saw him watching her that way, but there was no chance of her waking up now and he was too contented to care about that, anyway.
The way he felt now, and the way
