[ He can't read her like a book yet; doesn't know the nuance of her emotions, but even an idiot could see the splay of emotions that cross her face. The sheen of unshed tears, the twist of conflict--
--so when she asks for a drink of water he nods and slides off the edge of the bed easily, pressing to his feet. It takes him a second to find her glasses, and then the water, but he takes a bit longer than he usually would, giving her a second to pull herself together without his eyes on her.
Soon enough, he's back at her side, passing over the water. While he wants to encourage her to sleep again, he assumes she's going to have to try and wind down again before another attempt, and so he offers: ] Do you play chess?
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--so when she asks for a drink of water he nods and slides off the edge of the bed easily, pressing to his feet. It takes him a second to find her glasses, and then the water, but he takes a bit longer than he usually would, giving her a second to pull herself together without his eyes on her.
Soon enough, he's back at her side, passing over the water. While he wants to encourage her to sleep again, he assumes she's going to have to try and wind down again before another attempt, and so he offers: ] Do you play chess?