The kiss was perfect... driven by compassion and care, rather than heat, lust, or mindless passion. He lingered even after she began to melt. He knew the drugs were taking her from him, but he held on, knowing he was sending her into blissful sleep. When her hands went limp and fell from his cheeks, he finally let her go and pulled back. Her head had lolled, mouth hanging open, and she snored softly.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but chuckle softly and kiss her forehead. "So adorable... you know that? You really are wonderful."<br/><br/>With that, he covered her in the blanket, tucked it around her to keep her warm and safe, and left to go outside. He worked all night, preparing, working, hauling, chopping, gathering. It was a hard night, but he enjoyed every minute. After another bath in the river, he went back inside. The sun was just rising as he stumbled up the steps into the cabin. She'd been out for roughly eight hours, but he needed more time. He was almost finished...<br/><br/>He sat down on the foot ofthe couch to hurry and gulp down a cup of coffee, hoping the caffeine would keep him up... and promptly drifted off. The coffee slowly went cold in his lap as he snored.