His voice was low and easy, clearly trying to smooth things over between us without making a production of it.
I knew I couldn't stay angry forever, not unless I wanted things to fall apart completely in a way that couldn't be put back together. After a short pause, I shifted closer and let myself admit it. "It still hurts. I feel sleepy but I can't actually fall asleep."
He pulled me in and held me, his arm settling around me without ceremony. "I know. Close your eyes and stop thinking. You'll drift off."
When I woke up, it was already the following day.
