Author's note: As I was writing this story, I somehow forgot that my prompt scene happened in the middle of the day and that Roy and Doris had gone off on 'election business'. I only realised when I rewatched to check what Sarah was wearing. So as I was writing the previous chapter I had imagined Sarah and George sitting on the verandah watching the stars. Now that I've realised my mistake, this little scene between George and Roy couldn't have happened, but I like it too much not to post it.
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The screen door creaked. Roy came to stand against the railing, running his eyes over the pair before gazing out across the darkened valley. "Here we are again, eh? It was so quiet out here I thought you must've gone."
George scrubbed his free hand over his face. "No, but I should go soon."
"No rush. I reckon Missy here hasn't been sleeping too much the last few months. The walls are thin and I'm a pretty light sleeper myself."
George looked at Roy appraisingly for a few moments and received his unspoken message. Roy had heard their arguments and understood the situation. "Roy…" He stopped, not knowing what to say.
"Don't you worry about me, Mr Bligh. You just do your bit in looking after that girl there and I'll do mine."
"Thank you, Roy. I really do appreciate it. And call me George."
Despite the odd circumstances, Roy looked chuffed. His father would never have dreamed of calling any one of the principal residents of Ash Park by their given name and Roy had spent his whole life within the boundaries of his sphere, until Sarah appeared at that benefit concert and began turning things upside down. "Right you are, George. Well, I'll turn in then. Give me a holler if either of you need anything."
"Thank you." George's voice was loaded with layers of meaning, and Roy gave him a nod as he headed inside.
George watched Roy leave and considered his next move. It wasn't wise for him to stay away from home any later. Who knew what Regina might say? But Sarah looked so peaceful. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms every night for the rest of their lives. He resolved to give her another half hour or so. If she hadn't stirred by then, he would have to wake her.