"Don't know about that," he admits. "This is the end of the universe. Who knows what else is possible."

He shifts on the couch and stretches out his legs, allowing her to curl up on him like a cat would curl up on a sunny window-ledge, once he's laid back. He doesn't mind her weight on him (not like it's much, anyways) and this way she can feel every heartbeat in his chest and every breath in his lungs.

He's quiet for a minute or two until he finds more words.

"Is there...anything that I can do? Do you need anything?"