"Familiar," Rose says returning his smile. She takes a step toward him, trailing hand on the bedpost as she gets closer. She should sleep. She knows she's not going to. Not right now. Not yet. Not on her last night here. She takes another step toward him, coming close enough to reach her hand out and place it carefully against his chest, as if he's going to be a hologram on a beach instead of real flesh and blood.

Once she touches him, discovers he is real, she can't help but folding into him, arms wrapping around him in a hug. She lays her head on his chest. "As long as I don't sleep it's still tonight."

Realistically she knows she can't stay awake more than a few hours. Ideally, she'd stay up for days.