He says my name, then mumbles something soft and indistinct. His hand brushes against my back, a delicate stroke. I melt into his touch, kiss his lobe sleepily.
I dig my fingers into his chest hair, and squirm against his skin, deep with warmth.
"Go back to sleep," he murmurs. I squint in the darkness, and stretch out my arm to cuddle his now empty side of the bed.
He kisses my forehead languidly, as his fingers caress my shoulders.
"I love you." he whispers. "I'll be home when you wake up."
"Love you too," I respond, slipping easily back into the warmth of our bed. I press two fingers against my forehead, trying to hold his touch inside.
I hear Reid moving, almost through the room. I imagine him naked, fumbling for his scrubs, his phone.
The pillow feels nothing like him. But it will have to do for now.