Something about the place where they'd found Astoria had reminded Stan of his lost months, and he was still feeling shaky and confused.
While a tiny part of his brain was trying to remind him that it was a bad idea, the rest drew him to her bedside. Stan climbed up into the bed, curling himself around Megan, and displacing her book.
Since he'd met her, Meg had been good at making the shadows draw away, and he needed to talk to her, if only he could pull it together.