Spencer sat very still. Sleep, he thought, with a kind of stupid desperation, because that could -- it could make a difference, could change it so the whole thing was bearable. Or it could be as frightening as ever.
"That would be -- good," he said, softly. "Having someone else there. I'd." He swallowed and then looked up, eyes bright. "And maybe there could be something -- some clue that I don't see, or, or anything. Maybe." The hope was almost too much to hang onto, but maybe, maybe.