That does feel like a good idea. Rather than risking rousing Steven any further, Greg tucks Steven into bed and settles in beside him. It's been a brutally exhausting day, but Greg's not sure if he'll be able to sleep well with all on his mind. He doesn't need to be sure, though, because he's asleep within seconds of lying down.

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Mercifully, the sheer force of exhaustion is too much to even dream. When the morning light reaches the right angle to hit Greg in the face he still feels groggy and ill, but no nightmares to get in the way of rest. He takes a minute or two lying still, before clambering out of bed and shooting Steven another look to make sure she didn't wake him up.

In a few minutes, the smell of homemade waffles (from box mix) fill the trailer from their little kitchenette.