When she moved against him, she heard him take in a breath and her first instinct was to apologize; she must've bumped the cut on his side. But, he was trying to be quiet, she could tell, so she thought maybe he hadn't wanted her to hear for whatever reason. Maybe he didn't want her to feel badly about hurting him. So, she said nothing.
A second later, she wasn't thinking about it anymore. Dean had moved against her so that his chin was on her shoulder and he had an arm draped around her middle.
Somehow it was perfect. He fit her like a glove. Even more now than before, Shannon hated the idea that he was going to leave her to go back out and fight. She'd just have to hold to hope that he meant it when he said he'd be back.
She wondered if he felt the same way that she did right now. Like everything was right with the world and the only thing that mattered were his arms around her. She hoped so.
"Much," she whispered back, closing her eyes. Shannon yawned again and relaxed against him. "Have a nice nap," she added softly.