With a jerk he sits up from the computer, barely registering what she said beyond saying something.  He turns and looks at her curled contently in her blanket.  He suddenly realizes what she asks and he looks at the gin &  tonic in his hand.  A sad look crosses his face before replying, “Unfortunately I do enjoy a drink on occasion.”  He did not want to concern her with his occasion being nightly.   Setting the glass aside he stands and checks to see that she is okay.  Resting the back of his hand along her cheek he asks, “Are you feeling okay?”  His touch tender.  “Did you sleep well?” he asks.<br/><br/>The room was already feeling like hers in just the short time she has been there.  He only hoped it would truly last.