Title:Trigger

Summary: "You love things. Really love things. Your work, your music, your puzzles. You have a passion about them. I like that. And I... I think you know that now, because nothing else changed."

Pairing: H/Cam.

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Those are the first words spoken afterwards.

Her voice is unnaturally sharp in the darkness. His eyes are closed, but he's only pretending to be asleep, and he knows that she knows it.

"It's not because you're broken."

She pauses for a moment, thinking, and there's silence- or just a lack of a lot of noise, as he can hear her breath and his breath and a dog barking somewhere in the distance and the barely audible hummhummhumm of the refrigerator.

"Broken isn't romantic to me. You seemed so quick to say that that was the reason, like there wasn't anything... But you - You love things. Really love things. Your work, your music, your puzzles. You have a passion about them. I like that. And I... I think you know that now, because nothing else changed."

He keeps his breathing even, gives no indication that he's heard, but doesn't move his hand from where it's tangled with hers.

"You're asleep?" she asks, a laugh hidden in her voice. "Alright then." He hears the sound of bed sheet against blanket- against flesh- as she moves to lightly kiss his temple and then whisper- ever so quietly- in his ear, "Because you either know that, or you took a chance... a proper chance. You always take risks, but there were some things that the consequences never seemed to jeopardize, and most of them concerned you." Her head drops slightly onto the pillow, before she wriggles around a bit so her cheek is resting on the crook of his neck. He can feel her breath on his skin.

"Either's good," she whispers, and some time after that (it might have been five seconds or twenty minutes or an hour, even, because time's funny like that at night) he falls asleep. Properly, not just pretending.