Seymour held Audrey as close to him as he could manage, the strong beating of her heart against his, her soft lips slightly agape against his neck, her breathing steadying and sinking into a relaxed and thankfully now familiar to him rhythm keeping the as always harsh mistress of sleep at bay even moreso than the frigid night air of the seemingly desolate highways and backroads of Nebraska. The backseat of their car, which had luckily been left relatively unscarred by what had admittedly been one of his first ideas and her first suggestions after it had broken down and left them stranded, was a far cry from the safe and comforting hotel bed they were currently supposed to be sharing together, from what his lovely wife deserved, but the knowledge that he was providing her with enough security and warmth to rest despite their, as usual, far from ideal circumstances was almost as much of a nirvana for him as her graceful arms around him. Being careful not to wake her, Seymour maneuvered a hand from under his jacket and now their makeshift blanket to her silky hair, delicately playing with it and feeling like his heart would beat out of his chest as she sleepily smiled against his neck in response. Amongst his now thoroughly scattered thoughts, what was left of his focus realigned on a new one, or at least one that had been steadily building as his Audrey lay peacefully in his arms despite the elements: maybe the car's unexpected betrayal wasn't too much of a shame after all. With this atypical revelation, his characteristically racing heartbeat eventually slowed to match hers, and he as well was able to sleep.