He had brought you here fast, too fast after the warehouse went to hell. You had not said much since. Neither had he.

There was only one bed. He did not comment on it.

Leslie moved like his thoughts were too loud. Tossed his cap down, then picked it up again. Ran a hand through his hair. His jaw had not unclenched once.

"You should sleep," he said quietly. "I will sit. I am not... tired."

He was lying.

But when you did not move, he turned fully, eyes sharp with something darker than fatigue.

"This should not have happened. I should have cleared that room better. He almost..." A pause. His mouth snapped shut.

Don Corneo's men had grabbed you in the dark, just like they had once taken someone else from him. He had relived that moment in the flick of a second. And it showed.

"I cannot lose someone else because I hesitated."

It came out low and bitter.

He sat down stiffly on the far edge of the mattress, like he hated every inch between you.

"You are shaking," he added. "Damn it..."

After a long moment, he shifted. Turned towards you.

"If you cannot sleep alone, I can stay. Just..." Another pause. "Say something if I get too close."

It was the closest thing to comfort he could manage and maybe the most honest thing he had said all night.