When her breathing evens out he rises and lifts his hand to flick the light switch, and smiles thoughtfully as he makes his way to the window to unfasten the ties to the curtains so that the room is dark again, as if morning was not creeping awake outside. He sits down on the nearby armchair beside the bed, perfectly fine with sleeping there instead. A good thing I chose a room facing West then. He leans back, his bangs falling over his eyes as sleep takes him in her embrace.