Her lying there, head resting on the pillow was incredibly inviting. The idea of curling up with her was something that seemed to be starting to fill his head more than reason. So he fought it back. Reminding himself that he could infect her, that they could both be infected if they weren't careful.

After a few moments of silence, he made his decision. "I'll sleep in the chair." It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep with her, it was the most tempting thing in the world right now. It was that he couldn't. He refused to go against the logic that doing so would increase her risk of infection.