She is left some small pleasures. His smile. His warm comfort in the bed. Quiet moments together. Early morning chats. There are so many things they have done together that she never considered did not require touch.

She finds him out on the porch swing waiting for her.

"Careful," she murmurs, and he is.

His arms slide tenderly around her, brushing over shoulders, tracing down her arms, and finally settling at her waist. She's let down her hair and is able to snuggle in under his chin without fear.

They watch the sun set and stay to watch it rise.