She'd run herself to the end more than once before, but funnily enough, hadn't had to do so since he'd crash-landed in her life. Now, she was watching it from the other side and realizing how much stress just that alone could put someone through. It made her glad she hadn't had anyone as close to her as he'd become. There'd been distance with her and Trish, along with Malcolm. There wasn't a speck of light between her and Diego, other than the last couple weeks when he'd been in this frenzy to get their new place up and running.

Stupid of her to let him get to this point. She lay beside him, just watching him sleep and seeing how all the stress melted away and he looked younger than usual. Softer. That innocence she knew was still in there was evident when sleep was thickly layered on him. But she stayed close, because either through their bond or just the trauma of his upbringing, he had a hair trigger on knowing pretty much anything about the way she moved. Especially after that brush with her injury.

So while he slept, she lay there and memorized his features, playing with his hair, sometimes just curling up and resting against him because some part of her was still in disbelief that this was real. That he was hers.