[He searches her face for a moment, not sure he believes her - how could she not hear it - but all at once it stops, and he lets out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. His lips quirk, and it's a rueful little look.]
I thought that's what the fire was for.
[He sits still for another long moment, then unfolds himself from the couch, moving slowly and keeping the blanket about his shoulders.]
Come with me. [He should hate himself for saying it, because it's as good as saying I'm scared, don't leave me alone. But he doesn't care, because he is scared, and he doesn't want to go back up there on his own.]
[Spam]
I thought that's what the fire was for.
[He sits still for another long moment, then unfolds himself from the couch, moving slowly and keeping the blanket about his shoulders.]
Come with me. [He should hate himself for saying it, because it's as good as saying I'm scared, don't leave me alone. But he doesn't care, because he is scared, and he doesn't want to go back up there on his own.]