It’s three in the morning and raining outside. The world is quiet except for the occasional thunder; the world is waiting. He isn’t sure what for, but there’s a stirring in his gut that tells him to be prepared. It’s the same feeling he got as a child when raised to be a guard, the same one he got when he was awoken. Theron turns, the blankets slipping down and his body sighs in relief from the breeze that touches his chest. For a moment he just watches Kate sleep next to him, it’s not new, not sexual. But it’s easier to get one bed rather than two. It also makes him feel better having someone watching his back. In the moonlight she looks peaceful, not so tense as she does during the day. But she’s quiet and it unnerves him. He’s not used to her not asking a million questions or filling the silence, he misses her voice. Gently he reaches a hand out to hers, feels the smooth skin of her fingers and smiles to himself. He leans over and kisses the back of her hand, closes his eyes before he does something stupid. Theron falls asleep holding her hand with a smile on his lips.