He came crawling to her, fully clothed, across the bed, and fell on top of her stomach with a quiet grunt, and she could see his grin even in the dark.
"You know, when I say I want to borrow your spare bed, that's really not what I mean at all."
She smiled sleepily and reached out to brush his hair from his forehead, smiled and leaned over and kissed him gently on the nose.
"I know that, Cal."
He laughed a little and pulled himself closer to her face, positioned himself so that his head was on her pillow and his chin was on her shoulder.
"You smell quite nice."
She squirmed out from under him and rolled over on her side to look at him, their faces only inches away.
"You smell like alcohol."
He laughed again and searched her face, looked into her eyes for a long, long moment when she could not move. The moonlight coming in from her window was not enough to read his expression, but she was sure it was enough to read hers.
"Gillian, I-"
He stopped himself before she could stop him, fell silent with such abruptness that she was left with a startled, fallen feeling in her stomach.
"But I suppose you already know that."
He was asking as much as stating, she could hear it. But it was something they'd both known, something they'd both known since the very beginning.
"Yes."
"Yeah."
He leaned forward to press his forehead against hers, to look her long and deep in the eyes again. She looked back, a small smile suddenly playing across her lips.
She kissed him.