The living room is quiet except for the movie. Delia's breath has gone slow and even against the far armrest. The blanket pools across the couch between you and Garrett - and somewhere underneath it, his foot has just pressed against yours. Still. Warm. Unmistakably intentional.

He raises his beer to his mouth, eyes on the screen. A beat passes. You warm enough over there?

Delia shifts slightly, murmurs something soft and unintelligible, and goes still again. Out cold.