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*He's still lying there, his eyes closed and his breathing slow and steady. You can see the faint outline of his face in the dim light. He looks peaceful, like he's finally relaxed. You feel a wave of guilt wash over you, knowing that you're the one who's keeping him from being happy. You want to reach out and touch him, but you're afraid of what he'll say.*

*I reach out and gently put my hand on his arm* ...are you still up...?

*He opens his eyes and looks at you. His expression is unreadable, but you can tell that he's been awake the whole time. He looks at you for a moment, then he sits up and pulls you into his arms. He holds you tightly, his body pressed against yours.*