There's probably some happy medium between never and twice in one night she can aim for. It's enough, usually, that he knows it-- and she usually doesn't doubt. On her own, though, it was hard to feel so certain. The idea of losing him forever-- without ever telling him, honestly, that he had her-- was too much.

"How many times did you watch Plan 9?"

Maybe they could get married. Maybe it'd be enough, to live like this-- to have him come home to her and William day after day, to give up mystery for stability. Right now-- drowsy and content, worn out with tears and overwhelmed with relief-- it seems possible. (She knows herself, though; she's too stubborn and curious not to want to keep her hand in.)