He has no idea how much time has passed when she's returned. If he's slept at all in her absence he isn't aware of it. He feels like he's been awoke all night, and the dark bags under his eyes are testament of this. He fell asleep, he knows he did once. He had a dream, Susan was there and yelling at him for something or other. He doesn't remember, just the feeling of loss he'd felt all over again when he'd awoken once more. His eyes are red and he looks an utter wreck. His clothes are a dirty mess, likely parts of them are stained with blood from where he'd help his brother's body close.

The night is dark and the hours long. He still can't quite believe this is his reality. When Anna returns to the bed he doesn't move away, like he normally would to give her space. Instead he shifts closer, taking her hand in his own. She's cold and it shocks him at first. His own body was warm, if only because of the covers he'd surrounded himself in. He may not know how long she was gone, but he knows when she left it was dark and that now it is growing light.

"Don't go." It's a request, more than a command, but there's some touch of desperation to it. He didn't want to be alone right now.