He figures it's his job to make sure she's okay, everyday.
When they were first together (for real) and everything was new, he still relied on her father's for that.
But now, he doesn't have his pick of back ups. Okay maybe he does, but he doesn't want to ever have to use them.
It took years to get here. For a while he almost believed this was some impossible dream, bigger than anything she ever wished. And then he found direction, a purpose, and suddenly it all made sense again.
She's got a lot to deal with and he knows that. Shows, dinner with friends, and nights with just them.
So yeah, he's here by himself tonight, watching the snow fall outside their apartment window and trying really hard to make some sort of dinner. She's out tonight, socializing with different directors and probably drinking wine for the first time in a while.
He told her she had to go, even when she refused and said there would be other nights. Of course the snow was a surprise, they were both terrible at paying attention to the weather.
After he sits down with his grilled cheese and tries to find something on television a noise comes from his phone.
-Everything okay?-
It's Rachel, checking up because he knows she can't help it, being on top of everything.
-Yep, just made dinner. When are you coming home? The snow is coming down.-
-Grilled cheese? And hopefully within the hour, we've just finished dinner.-
- What else? Be safe. I love you-
-I love you too!-
Setting down his phone, he turns the volume up, just a little, it can't be too loud.
Ten minutes later he's finished his sandwich and nodded off, head on the back of the couch. Suddenly he's woken up, shaking the sleep away from his eyes he's on his feet.
The last few months have both made him more tired than he thought possible and the ability to respond quickly.
Padding down the hallway, the sound grows louder as he approaches the bedroom door.
They worked hard on this room, the paint took her weeks to get just right, and the furniture had him on the couch for two nights. But theme was simple, something they both knew without saying. And it's perfect really.
Turning on the small lamp he looks towards the source of the sound.
"You know, sometimes I wish you had an off switch."
Reaching down he picks her up. Holding her too his chest, patting her back like she seems to like.
"What's wrong? Are you hungry? Or maybe just lonely?"
She quiets down a little, before bursting into tears once more.
"Don't worry, I've got you. And I'll never let you feel alone. Okay?"
He carries her over to the window in the living room. This is what they do on the nights they're alone and she can't (or won't) sleep. Something about seeing beyond this apartment calms her down.
They're standing there staring out the window, when he spots her in the distance.
Reaching with his left hand into his pocket, he pulls his phone out.
-Hey, when you get closer look up-
A few moments later she's skipping up to the building, her eye's immediately finding them.
She waves, before blowing a kiss.
It's these moments that make him so happy it all worked out. They've got this perfect thing, that get's to see everything for the first time. He'll hold out his hands when she starts to walk and he'll deck the first boy that breaks her heart.
His job is make sure she's smiling and laughing and living, and most of all.
Okay.