[ He sighs, squeezing her hand before shifting to open the drawer next to his bed. Grabbing what he needs he pulls his hand out of hers to place a small vial in it instead. ]
[ She let's out a deep breathe and tries to just relax her eyes before she now it she's falling asleep. It only takes her thirty minutes to start turning and tossing in her sleep. She mumbles: ]
[He didn't go to sleep because of course he didn't. At first he tries to stay quiet, in spite, but it's Farkle and he can't help but turn to shake her a few minutes in.]
[He bites his lip, pulling back slightly to assess before a hand goes to try and grip hers.] Iris, I'm right here. We're in our apartment far away from that. Our apartment. Our life.