Oscar's fingertips lurched and patted her head, "I'm going to go make dinner, you can cry if you want to, and put it down for now after you've cried."
With that said, he got up and retraced his steps back to the kitchen.
Serena hugged over a pillow and crooked herself on the couch, staring at the ceiling in disbelief.
Exhaustion instantly flooded her, and she leaned over and fell right back to sleep.
Oscar made dinner and when he saw her asleep, he took the blanket from the side and covered her.
Instead of waking her, he warmed the few small dishes he had made and sat quietly, waiting for her to wake up.
Serena had a long sleep, she hadn't dreamed of Mary in a long time, and for once she actually did.
She seems to have found someone to talk to, all the pretense instantly put down, buried in each other's arms, a strong cry.
Serena's dream was a long one, and she woke up to see the unfamiliar furnishings around her and hurriedly braced herself.
She was sleeping in Oscar's bed.