"'m not hungry," she whines, curling into a tighter ball and then burrowing her upper body under the blanket that had served as her pillow, until everything from her ribcage up is covered again. Without Jason's weight on the bed too, the mattress lacks the heavy feeling that had made it so comfortable all night, and the cold has doubled since he took the blanket away too.

"No one can make us eat, come back." She's mumbling, wanting only to extend how everything had been for another hour or two. Wanting to go back to the place where she could sleep, even if she had to be sick and share a bed with someone who didn't want her there anyway.

But it was sleep, and not dropping from exhaustion halfway through writing a thank you note to a Sponsor. Jason won't be willing to let her sleep curled in the corner of his bed if he's not here, and so he has to come back and sleep with her.