He made his way over to the sofa and handed Ellie her tea. They drank in silence, and somewhere along the way their hands found each other, fingers interlaced. Once he was sure that she was nearly finished, he took a long breath in.

"Ellie-"

"I saw the luggage."

He left his door open, of course he did. And of course that would be the first place she would check when she noticed he wasn't in bed with her. Whether or not he subconsciously left his door open so he wouldn't have to initiate the conversation remains a mystery.

He looked over at her and in her eyes, disappointment lingered. He looked away, favoring the action of caressing her thumb with his instead.

"When I called her, we talked about it briefly. I just…didn't think that…" She trailed off.

"That it would actually happen." He looked in her eyes again. "Are you mad at me?"

Her mouth moved in the false impression of a smile and she shook her head. "That depends. When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow. Well…" He looked at the clock. "…later today, if we're being technical about it." The sentence ended in something just barely audible, and he looked up at her, waiting for her reaction. Waiting for her to take her hand away from his and move to the other side of the sofa, well away from where he was seated. Instead, he got nothing. Silence. The disappointment was still there in her eyes, her hand was still there in his.

She sighed deeply and opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but exchanged it in favor of another deep breath. She moved closer to him, their hands finally parting, and she wrapped her whole body around his. They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, until Ellie spoke up again.

"The floor looks like it has indentations there, do you see?"

He held her tighter, trying to block her view with his face, kissing her as she tried to get a closer look.

"C'mon, let's go to bed." He mumbled against her mouth. She sighed against his lips before kissing him once more and leading the way to the bedroom.

….

In the morning, everything was eerily silent. They stayed in bed for a while just staring at each other, holding each other. They would have all time in the world to talk, to hear each other's voice; but seeing each other, touching each other, would be few and far between.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as they went through their morning routine, their bodies physically closer to each other than normal. He held her from behind as she brushed her teeth, his head resting on her shoulder, staring at themselves in the mirror. He brushed her hair back behind her ear and kissed her cheek, and the intimacy of it all was making her heart feel very heavy.

They took their time dressing each other, making sure their fingers grazed every possible inch of skin that they could. Once dressed, they reluctantly parted ways, him to the kitchen to prepare his last meal for everyone for a while, and her to Tom's room to talk to him about what was happening.