Just a fraction.
But I see it.
Feel it.
His grip on my hand tightens again.
Then—just slightly—his thumb moves.
Brushing against my skin.
Not accidental.
Not random.
Intentional.
My breath catches.
Again.
“You should rest,” I say softly, even though I don’t move. Even though I don’t let go.
He doesn’t answer.
His eyes are already slipping closed again.
But this time—
It’s different.
Not fading.
Not falling.
Resting.
My shoulders finally loosen.
Just a little.
“He’s stable,” someone says behind me.
I nod once.
But I don’t step back.
Don’t release his hand.
Don’t break the connection.
Because for a moment—
Just one—
Everything else fades.
The war.
