Merope frowned, she didn't know what to say or what to do. She had hoped that he would remain asleep and not arouse from slumber, but she couldn't help but look at his face. His likeness to Tom was so extreme, her eyes fixated on his own and she leaned forward, clutching the fabric closer to her. "I can't sleep, I can't sleep." Merope shivered, and hid her body underneath the covers, trying to steal whatever warmth he had.
Jonathan bony hand rested on her hand to keep it where he was,"I'm sorry, Jonathan." She leaned up, resting her head against the top of his shoulder and chest.