I woke before Julian and lay still beside him, listening to the rain tick against the window.
He had stayed. He had left his shoes by my door and his jacket over the back of a chair. I could see his hand resting on the blanket, open and relaxed.
I touched his fingers.
He stirred. "Morning."
"Morning."
"How are you?"
"Afraid."
He turned his head toward me. "Of what?"
"That we'll do this well for a month and then I'll ruin it."
"You might."
"That's not reassuring."
"I could say you won't. I don't know that."
I let out a breath. "You're still bad at comfort."
"I'm trying to be honest."
"I know."
He pulled the blanket up around his shoulder. "You don't have to decide how this goes forever today."
"I know that, too."
"Good."
I watched the rain slip down the glass. "I don't wan
