"Good night," he returned, tired but content, and even as his eyes began to betray his desire to stay up, he fought against it to keep her in his gaze, to keep this memory burnt within for as long as he could.

One of his hands reached up to brush a few stray hairs from her face, pushing them back and behind her ear, before his arm settled around her again. It was then that he couldn't keep sleep at bay any longer which, in retrospect, was probably a good thing. He wouldn't have been able to sleep for a moment otherwise with thoughts of tomorrow lingering in his mind...

So instead he went to sleep with the image of her, with this loving feeling of warmth, even if it would be a temporary reprieve.