"I fell asleep on the floor," I say quietly. "I remember that much."
"I know," he replies. "You were out cold when I found you.
Something twists in my chest. "You didn't have to."
"I wasn't going to leave you there."
I close my eyes again for a second, when I open them, my vision blurs and I have to blink hard to clear it.
He notices it of course.
His thumb moves, brushing lightly under my eye. "You cried a lot."
I huff out a weak, humorless breath. "That obvious?"
"Your eyes are swollen," he says. "And you look exhausted."
I shift, pulling back just enough to look at him. He's propped slightly on one elbow, watching me with an expression I can't quite place Something that makes me uncomfortable in a different way.
"Elaine," he says after a moment. "What happened last night?"
My stomach drops.
I look away. At the ceiling, at the light filtering in through the curtains just anywhere but his face.
"Did I.... Did I do something?" he asks. "Something you didn't like?"
