What Lauren says makes sense, but Annabelle furrows her eyebrows anyway, taking in a shuddering breath as she tries to keep steely. She wants to explain that it's just that she's never lost someone, before—but she doesn't want to remind Lauren that this isn't his first time losing what was his everything.

She buries her face into his neck as he squeezes her, sniffling.

She's quiet, her cold hands relaxing finally against his back. It's a little broader than when they'd first met. She flattens her palm against his shoulder blade, rubbing him softly.

"If you want to sleep...or when you want to, Lauren, I... have something."