"When I'd nearly lost myself to the Red again? You can hardly be blamed." The smile she attempts is faltering. "I'm trying." It's all she can do, is try to be Sophie, despite everything. Her hands reach up and run through his hair, blunt nails massaging his scalp.

"I think, perhaps...we should all stick together for now. Sleep in the living room or somesuch. This is bound to be an...adjustment. For all of us. And hearing him breathing down the hall still isn't the same as seeing him there. Just until this settles." A pause. "I'll talk to John, if you'd prefer."