[ he leads her somewhere they can sit and enjoy the sun. (for once the garden is not full of death or sin.) where brick edges meet flower beds, it turns out. ]

Hmm. It might be awkward with the phone calls.

[ he takes a seat and urges her to do the same with a gentle tug. ]

He doesn’t know I exist. And I was hoping when he’s awake again - [ when yoru allows him space in this body ] - he’ll think this was all a wild dream. Bad idea?