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[After a long, long moment, he finally comes up for air, staring down at her with a slightly startled look on his face. Had he really done that? It's a pleasant surprise, to be sure.

His brows knit together as he looks down at her tear-streaked face, holding her tight against him with one arm while his hand that had been in her hair comes down to gently brush the tears away.]

Rose...

[His voice catches, and he clears his throat and tries again.]

If you're tired, I could...

[He could what? Go now? Tuck her in and take his leave? Sleep here? It is anyone guess, because he stops there, searching her gaze for clues as to how to proceed.]