After the movie had finished Roz and Frasier stood up stretching out. Frasier yawned before asking if Roz wanted anything from the kitchen where he was going to get a water.
"Yeah, a water sounds good."
Frasier came back momentarily with two chilled bottles of water. Snapping the caps off he handed one to Roz then lifted his to a cheers. She indulged him and lifted her own, clinking the green bottles together gently.
"Thanks" she added as she took a sip of the water, "Thanks for everything actually. You've been a better friend then I deserve."
"Not at all Roz." Frasier put down his water, and wrapped his arms around her in a hug, "I'm not sorry about Roger. If he wasn't smart enough to appreciate you he certainly does not deserve you. But I am sorry. I'm sorry what you've been looking for keeps eluding you." She lay her head in the crook of his neck as he gently tightened his grasp around her, "You're one of the strongest people I know, but just because someone is able to get along all by themselves doesn't mean they should have to."
"It's getting late." Roz whispered, the words small puffs of hot air against his neck.
"I think it's past late. " Neither made any effort to move, "You should just stay here tonight. "
"You don't mind?"
"Of course not." His arms fell from around her and he grabbed her hand, giving it a tender squeeze, "Come on, I'll grab you something you can sleep in. You can take my room and I'll find a blanket for the couch." Still grasping her hand he led her down the hallway towards his room.