Morgan just stared at him for a moment. She hated that he felt like this. Like he wasn't normal. No one that had been through what he had would come away normal. Yet, he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She loved him, more than he'd ever know. "What can I say to make you believe me?" She asked gently. He could read her mind. He'd know exactly how much she cared for him, even if she didn't know how to say it.

Caleb shook his head slightly. "Nothing..." He muttered, grabbing his notebook again and a pencil. "I just need.....time, I guess."

Morgan sighed softly, and pecked his forehead before flopping to his side quietly, although kept her legs entwined with hers as she rested her head not far from his shoulder. She watched him work for a moment before groaning. "You have all the time in the world... you need to believe me when I say you're just right," she murmured.

Caleb nodded with a sigh. He finished his homework in about an hour and a half before setting it aside. He turned and gently rubbed up and down her thigh with a soft smile. He kissed her gently, pressing his forehead against hers

Morgan smiled when he curled up to her, and sort it moved her let to encourage him to keep rubbing her thigh. The movment was a comfort. She was half asleep by then, curled up to Caleb with her leg hooked over his side, refusing to let him go anywhere.

Caleb loved the soft weight of her thigh on him, making him feel grounded to her. He slowly fell asleep, clutching her like a lifeline

Morgan stayed close to him, really not able to fall asleep. She hated that he felt like this. Like he wasn't normal, or than she might want to go off and do something else. She wanted to be with him - she loved her friends, but she cared more about his well-being than anything. Eventually, though, she slipped off to sleep with a soft breath of air, getting comfortable as she curled into him.

Caleb woke the next morning, still holding her close. He pressed a gentle kiss to her head and ran his fingers gently through her hair with a smile, just feeling it between his fingers. My beautiful girlfriend... He thought adoringly, kissing her head again

Morgan eventually settled down in bed, her grip on him loosening but never quite letting him go. She never wanted to let him go, not ever, she woke a little while after him, when she felt his fingers run through her hair. It was so peaceful... so calm. It felt lovely. Her head absentmindedly tilted into his hand, begging for more attention in a way. It took her a moment, but soon enough she stettled down and started to wake up. "Hey," she whispered groggily, a small smile crossing her face, although her eyes very much stayed closed.

"Good morning, beuatiful." He murmured softly, kissing her cheek and offering her a small, soft smile. "What's on the agenda today? I'm feeling quite better." He murmured