There must’ve been some added angst for Charlette and her current situation.  Paul was unable to fully concentrate on his reading, so he turned off his lamp and made it back to her room to check on her.  The layout of his house was burned into his memory, so no lights weren’t an issue.  He may not, however, be allowed to return to his own bed.  She mumbled something he couldn’t quite understand, and then grabbed onto his arm.  Her unsaid message was as clear as a crisp, autumn morning.<br/><br/>Paul was already wearing his usual sleep combo of tank top and boxer-briefs, so he just maneuvered his way under the covers to sleep next to her.  Anything that she found comforting.