She was always good at surprising him like that, at least in the life he remembered. Little gestures to remind Mick that he was not just welcome but wanted and that was hell and gone from what he was used to.

So Mick doesn't question or second guess, he simply strips out of his jacket and crawls onto the cot with her. It's close, but they make the space work. Sara can tuck up against his chest and after a moment of hesitation, he rests a hand gently on her shoulder. It feels like coming home, like he's finally found everything that he's been missing in his life.

Not as perfect as it had been, but well on it's way to it and as her breathing begins to slow and even out and she finds sleep, Mick does the same.