The squeak of the faucet cutting off the water, left the bathroom in silence broken only by the drip from the shower.
Finnegan wouldn't let Leela’s bare feet touch the cold floor. Grabbing a towel from the warming rack, he wrapped her in it while she was still standing in the shower stall. He handled her like something infinitely precious. Lifting her effortlessly against his chest, he carried her out of the bathroom and into the cool air of their bedroom.
He set her gently on the edge of the mattress, dropping to one knee to dry her legs and feet with a quiet, absolute reverence that made
Leela’s eyes filled with unshed tears. He retrieved her favorite pajamas—the worn, oversized ones speckled with little moons—and helped her out of the wet clothes and helped her into the dry pajamas
