His frown deepens. It's hard to extricate himself from sleep when she's rubbing a hand at his back like that, like to soothe him back under. If he gives in, he could slip back into sleep and pretend this never happened, that she never said this. But the suggestion of that future is like a rock he's bumped up against. Difficult to find your way around, impossible to ignore.

"And what if it were the other way around? You'd find it easy?"