Sleep is for people who don't have the nightmares.

His display gets a pleased little hum from her, and she leans back in her chair with her wine in one hand to study him. She almost wishes she had her sketch pad. Steve must be contagious. (Not just his love of art, like, all of him.)

"Oh, happy birthday! I'm sorry, I would have made you a cake if I'd known. I'll make you a cake next time you come visit. Any kind you like. It doesn't even have to be lemon."