He figures she's falling asleep - he's known the sound of her breath evening out for years, since long before they ever ended up in bed together. And while he's not tired, he's content to lie here and hold her for a while, lying here comfortably at her side.

(At some point he'll be irredeemably bored, and he'll have to get up. For now, though, the changes to her body - and by extension, to both of their lives - provide enough food for thought to keep him occupied.)

And then she wakes enough to offer a name he doesn't expect. "Why Patrick?"