“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice was a thread in the darkness.
Tristan turned to look at him.
“So am I.”
Sam wasn’t sure what Tristan was apologising for. “I should be feeling more the thing by morning. I will slip away. I have endangered you enough,” he said.
Tristan didn’t move. He stared at him; unblinking. “You don’t need to.”
“I do. I never dreamed that anything like this would happen. If I had thought for a moment that by asking you to help me I would put you in harm’s way, I would never have done it.”
“Well, you did and I am here.” Tristan turned his head to look at the canopy again. “We should sleep.”
Sam nodded. He wanted to touch Tristan so badly it hurt. Wanted him to pull him over so he could lay his head on his chest, listen to his heartbeat and let it lull him to sleep, but Tristan rolled on his side away from him. Sam closed his eyes.
* * * *
Tristan awoke in the early hours with Sam moving around the room.