I don't know who you are either, Jason said, with a smile. I felt Jean-Claude gather himself, like it was a physical effort to gather his will, then he sighed, and he shook himself like a bird settling its feathers. He flipped onto his stomach and reached out a hand in the darkness that did not deter him. Do you want me to pack a bag for you, too? His face had fallen back into neutral lines, as if he'd realized the look in his eyes was too raw for me, right now.
He snuggled in tighter, leaving me with about an inch of bed to spare. Bremmer tried to quiet him. This thing has been going on for months, and it’s just one of those miserable problems that has to workitself out. I remembered other nights when we'd all been this tired, this frightened, this unsure of what the next nightfall would bring.
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