He sits and smokes with occasional breaks to drink while she sleeps. But that thing starts scratching in the back of his mind, as it so often does when he's too quiet and too sober.
Sweeney makes a sincere effort to be silent as he rises and brushes himself off. He pulls the cigarette from behind his ear and leaves it on the grass by her hand, before he shoves his hands in his pockets and moves to leave.
She hasn't been sleeping well since Godric left, but she rouses slightly when he moves. Her fingers curl lightly over the cigarette and she manages to open her eyes, to offer him a light smile. She won't stop him; she can hear his disquiet in the way he moves. "Thanks," she murmurs instead.
Sweeney pauses enough to turn back and give a tip of his head in answer to her thanks. His smile is soft, and though it remains unspoken, there's the echo of Stay. Rest.
He pulls a cigarette for himself, but he doesn't light it before he starts off along the path.
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Sweeney makes a sincere effort to be silent as he rises and brushes himself off. He pulls the cigarette from behind his ear and leaves it on the grass by her hand, before he shoves his hands in his pockets and moves to leave.
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He pulls a cigarette for himself, but he doesn't light it before he starts off along the path.