She studies his face, how relaxed and happy he looks, his lashes long and soft. He looks much younger, some of his many cares and worries lifted for a few moments from his shoulders.

Sharon lifts her hand away just long enough to turn the subtitles on and turn the volume down to a soporific murmur, then returns to gently smoothing his hair, her fingers gentle through the long strands of it. "Rest," she tells him, her voice quiet. "We've got nowhere to be."