Cassie gets properly drunk after the funeral. Rob practically has to carry her from the pub to their taxi. Back at her flat, she gives him the keys so he can let them in. The room is spinning and she thinks she might be sick, but he sits her down and gives her a pint of water to drink.

"You should get an early night," he says gently. "Long day."

She nods, remembering how he held her hand earlier. "Thanks for today."

Once she's drunk all the water, she changes into a T-shirt and crawls into bed. She's too exhausted to brush her teeth or take off what's left of her mascara. He refills her water glass and places it at the side of her bed.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"Could you stay?" she blurts. The thought of being alone is suddenly too much.

He stops. "Sure." He settles down on the bed beside her and puts a tentative arm around her. "No funny business," he warns.

"I'm not that drunk, Reilly."

She finally falls asleep around midnight and wakes with his arms still around her.