“Mind if I stay?” It was so uncharacteristically of him to ask for something like that. It was inviting himself, but he wanted it so bad. It was selfish and awful but he needed a rest. He needed just a moment for himself to get the wind back in his sails. There wasn’t a better one than Sharon.
He was almost too comfortable, he’d always been almost too comfortable. It was one of her bigger weaknesses when it came to him. If something was wrong or she was tired of he needed to pacify her because she was upset with him for whatever stupid thing he’d done that day, pulling her up against his chest was an annoyingly good way to sooth her, to pacify her in a way no one else could. No one. Apparently a little bit of dimensional drift didn’t do a damn thing to change that. The way he smelled, the shape of his muscles, the feel… oh that was just about too much. The feel of his finger slowly moving against her spine. Why’d he have to do that? Why he’d have to… He knew that always put her right to sleep, what an asshole. The very little bit of her that wasn’t all but faded away to a deeply sincere need for sleep ellicited a soft murmur, mumbled against his chest - it was a vague protest, but more like a playful pout than a request to stop. She didn’t want him to stop she just wanted… she just wanted to sleep…
And Sharon, Sharon wanted to sleep right there… right there curled up against him because she might never get that chance again and if she had to sacrifice a little bit of her sanity to get one last… one last smell, one last touch… God she didn’t care. She was too tired to care she just…
Sharon was fading and she was fading quickly, she could have fought the exhaustion a little while longer… admittedly, she would have only fought it to make sure he stayed. To make sure she could wake up in the morning, know this wasn’t some weird post-dimensional travel fever dream. Just enough to…
She needed to be able to wake up and know this had happened.
“Has nothing to do with if you’re an idiot.” She retorted, moving her face just enough so that she could respond but… she was so beyond done for. Her mind didn’t even register, let alone fight, the notion of her having married him being the central idea there. It was just something he’d said, something that felt too normal because she was too tired.
As soon as she’d spoken it didn’t take more than a few seconds for her to have drifted off. The way he ran his finger up and down her spine like that, damn him it always put her right out. It was one of the top, if not the top way to instantly calm her, to instantly get her to sleep even when she was fighting it this hard. She sort of caught that soft mention that he’d missed this, but by the time he actually asked to stay…
Well, there was no denying her answer - even though it wasn’t a verbal one. The soft rhythm of her breathing as she’d fallen asleep against his chest was an answer in and of itself. She didn’t need to be awake to say yes, she didn’t need to be awake to admit (in her own way) how much she needed him to stay.