She cannot sleep. It's not the first time restless worry dragged her out of bed in this house, and she finds herself falling back into old habits, old comforts. A fresh quart of ice cream. Her favorite spoon. Hank's plush chair in the media room. An old book.

It isn't long before he finds her. "Midnight, chère," he says softly.

She hums her agreement.

With a weary sigh, he settles in beside her, comforting her in his warm embrace. They drift together, curled up in each other's familiar touch. He falls asleep to her murmured reading of "Sense and Sensibility."