Some days the fixed point has to be the last thing he did, but other days, the likes of today, it's easier. He holds his fingers over hers when they venture far enough over the palm of his hand. "Would you mind? I can't wrap it myself half as well as you can." If the hospital would allow it, he'd want her to stay to occupy the after hours.

He won't deny that he feels easier with the promise of her every night. "Did you bring any yarn and instruction books today?"