If he starts to make a habit of falling asleep in her bed, sooner or later people are bound to talk. Truth is he couldn't care less. For now, though, he's not ready to drop off, though it might do him some good, she's not wrong.

For a while he doesn't move, just breathes, slow and even. It could be so perfectly normal if not for the circumstances, if not for Rick having gone. It would be nice to have a nice moment without some disaster, minor or major, to spur it, but some things aren't so easy. Maybe they ought to be, but it's a hard balance to strike, using the time they have without setting themselves up to lose everything when that time runs out.

That's what he's thinking, and he feels like he ought to say something meaningful about it, but he's never been the kind of guy who says meaningful shit. So he just looks at her, long and thoughtful, and with any luck maybe she'll understand some of what's on his mind.