*can't completely stamp out a flicker of hope, even if you probably don't know what you're saying and might not remember it in the morning*
*slips his arm around your shoulders (god almighty, so thin, my Jackie) and turns his face in toward yours, carefully resting his temple against yours* *murmurs* Don't sleep just yet, babe, but soon. You can sleep on me when we get home. As long as you want.