He drew in a deep, steadying breath and released her. Lindsey pressed his hands against the cushions and pushed back until he was leaning up against the couch. "No," he said, holding up a hand and shaking his head. "I've slept enough." He checked his watch. An hour had passed.
When he saw the look of worry on her face, the lie came easily enough. It had been a rough week on the both of them but his concern lay only with her. He didn't care if they assulted him (as long as it ended) but he didn't know what kind of effect it would have on her.
Seeing her die and not being able to stop it, that was low. His gut was still twisting and the pain was just fading from his heart.
"It's all right. I was just surprised is all." He smiled at her. "How was work?"