Author's Note: This is a post-ep to 4X05. Most of what I wanted to see was already on the screen, but here is a little tiny something.
Annie got back to the apartment and Auggie was right where she left him. He had either re-filled his wine glass or not touched a drop. Hers was still where she placed it.
Auggie didn't say anything, stood silently and wrapped his arms around her, differently than he held her earlier, this was about comfort.
"You're shaking," he whispered and his breath on her ear made her shake more.
"They found the body," was all she said.
Auggie closed his eyes and swallowed hard, there was no need to say the name, he knew which body she was referring to. He nodded, his forehead moving against the silk of her hair. He slipped the coat off her shoulders and tossed it toward the couch and led her up to bed.
Auggie removed her clothes, slowly and carefully with a different intent than he had earlier when she surprised him with the evening gown. Now he just wanted her to feel safe and warm and loved. She shivered again when the cool air of the room hit her bare stomach and he left her for a second to move to the dresser.
His hands slipped between a variety of garments looking for the tee shirt, his favorite that she had so playfully appropriated from his wardrobe. When he held it out to her he heard her breath hitch, her throat thick and she stumbled over a thank you.
Auggie heard the straps of her bra slide down her arms, the tiny snitch of the clasp as she removed it and the flutter of cotton over her head. She reached for his shirt, intending to return the favor.
"Get in to bed," he stilled her fingers, kissing them, "Get warm."
She nodded and slid between the sheets, scooting to her side of the bed, her eyes never leaving him. She watched him remove his watch and shoes. He made meticulous work of his clothes, the precision was reassuring, a comforting routine she hoped to witness for decades to come. If she wasn't in prison. Or worse.
He joined her in bed and blew out a shaky breath, the first indication that he was worried.
"What do we do?" her voice sounded small in the quiet apartment.
"Right now, we sleep. Come here," he opened his arms and she migrated to his side.
The End