[ But him allowing her to be in his personal space is also important to her. It's something she can appreciate for so many reasons, not just because she knows he's uncomfortable with it or because she's special and afforded something that others aren't. She knows that others might not even want to be this close to him because he doesn't allow anyone to know him like she does.

And that's something that strikes her more than anything else. It's dawning on her like a lot of things are lately. Even if it doesn't mean anything special to him, it does her. Enough that she feels deeply for him, deeply enough that... she's too tired to think about this now. It's all intrusive thoughts, aren't they? That's it. She's tired and they're intruding on her and once this is over and done with she'll have clarity and it all will disappear.

Surely.

Her shoulders move as she breathes, though it's not ragged or jerky like she can't breathe. ]

Is it alright if I try to sleep like this? You can move me later, but I'm so tired. [ Uncomfortable, like she's afraid of rejection. And despite that, she still gently rubs her cheek to his shoulder, deriving greater comfort from the action. ] Though I know that I am being a hassle, I... I just want you to know that I'm grateful. I don't know what I would do if I was dealing with this alone or... or with someone other than you.